A mind in limbo. She hated that word, limbo. But she sat on a stained bed staring out a window, in limbo. Hands gripping the edge of the floral blanket stained through its years of use, they were shaking, tensing and her veins looked as if they wanted to crawl out of her skin, pop out of their places. Her whole body was infuriated, tense and pissed. Eyes twitching and jaw bit shut into place. Her face, usually soft and well. It was burning red, like a plush sweet fire seducing anger further into her mind. But her face shifted for a minute, with an unreadable emotion. It softened and she gasped out loud, tears welling in her eyes. They climbed down a hot red cheek, Practically boiling by the time it feel from her face. Her world was her child. The child she had lost to the courts. To the man she once mistook for a loving father. How can people change so much when they care so deeply about who they truly are?