Sarah Cipullos Comments
Last February, a friend of mine said: “You write love stories,” and at first that statement annoyed me. Eventually I accepted that my pen would give me love words and I had no control over that. This doesn’t change the fact I live in “the Estimo,” though.
I found out about it during a writing class I attended in October. “The Estimo is something that makes you tremble, that excites you, an anecdote that you would not necessarily feel like sharing, because what’s Estimo is not always socially acceptable.” This is what my writing teacher said, and I immediately thought of the Estimo as a space full of stories that are true and honest, and that therefore are beautiful. The more he explained what the Estimo was about, the more I understood that’s the place where I am most of the time, the place where I feel close and faithful to myself.
“The Wilful Child” was born last March after I read a German folktale collected by the Brothers Grimm. You can easily find it online. At the end of the original tale, the mother beats the child’s arm with a switch after it emerges from the earth.
I have an internal prosthesis. It replaces one-fourth of my elbow and almost half of my radius. When I read the tale, I immediately thought: “I’m gonna give the child something of mine,” and I started writing this short story from the end, first breaking without hesitation the child’s arm. It just clicked with something that lives deep in my Estimo.
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