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Hello everyone, I am Hina Zenab. I like frogs. I tell her maybe it's the cold, but the spring sun shines right through the window. She nods slowly, and I'm too occupied by my own thoughts to linger a second more in the house I never call home. I decide to go for a walk. The pavement is littered with uneven rocks. There is a slight wetness in the breeze but the weather is warm. Somehow, I am still cold. My grandmother says some children are born with existential dread. They cry too much at inconsequential things but tense up in serious situations. They mop around. They wear their hearts not on their sleeves but on their neck so it's easier to choke. She says I am like those children. Little porcelain dolls that shatter if held too tight and fade if never touched.