Bethany was small-made, yet boisterous. It was surprising because her parents were nothing like her. Hating those who belittled her, she blew her own trumpet — raising her voice in pointless arguments, bossing the boys to assert equality, strutting the school corridors cursing the canteen food. Despite her bony figure and tiny profile, Bethany’s brassiness baffled all those who interacted with her.
Only years later — after she had children and grandchildren — did they find her diary. She had revealed her true self: a puny child hiding behind a fake voice to fit in to a noisy world.