Tomorrow ends our first four weeks of togetherness. I have learned so much. Lia, who is 10 going on annoying teenagers will sit at my laptop presenting a complete monologue. Ever so often, I stop in the middle of whatever and say: "who are you talking to?", worrying about pedophiles and stalkers.
" I am talking to myself," she says, without looking up.
"What are you playing?" I ask.
"Roblox, " she says.
It is a game where she designs and builds her own environment, house, apartment, etc.
The amazing this is that she sounds like a 17-year old in conversation with another 17 year old. Distinct voices. distinct opinions.
Schizophrenia? I am feeling pangs of guilt. Too much LSD; too many magic mushrooms? Lia is such a sweet, shy ten-year-old.

We have another four weeks of all-day togetherness to go. Should I tell her mother? For now, I will try not to be too observant. I think she should sign up for a drama club when school starts up again.