He's Only Ten But She Was Only Three

Temari has spent many hours imagining when and how she would tell her son of the horrors she experienced as a child. Her made-up mind changed every time she thought about it--she had been everywhere from a firm no, nothing at all to giving him every detail he asked for. She should have known there could be no planning when and how it would come up, just like she should know that PTSD rears its ugly head whenever it pleases. Maybe it just likes to remind her of what she went through, that they aren't just bad dreams in the back of her mind. But maybe it's up to her to decide if she's strong or weak for living through them.