becoming

Go on, give it to him. You have other games, and he's smaller than you..

-But I want it. It's mine. It's my favourite game, Ma…

Don't be so selfish. Give it. You have so much, you can't give this one thing?

-*sob*

She went out of the room and gave him the box herself, with 

everyone's parents watching approvingly, and 

the sob in her throat laughing at her. Good girl.

You—How do you do that?! Man, you're amazing! People should worship you. The jealousy would kill me.

- I—have to admit… I was plenty jealous at first. I mean, it was horrible, but I just decided, and then… that's it. It's ok, I mean, there's too many good things to let this ruin it…

Still. You're incredible. I couldn't do it, dude. I just couldn't. Like, wow.

- [*sob*]

Every night she screened the thoughts in her head. 

Edited out the thoughts that were nasty—

"I am not that person, I am not that person…."

— with the child sobbing for conventions and possessions just behind. Good girl.

Maybe she will actually become one.