Mia Farrow, Victim Soul

I wonder what my life would have been like had I not been afraid of so many things. Sitting on that school bus, I was afraid (in no particular order) of amputation, nuns, God, the devil (especially the devil), certain diseases but mainly leprosy, and my nannies — all of them, even Mary Red Socks, who only came on weekends. I worried about saying or doing something that would make my mother or father love me less, or that my parents or siblings would die, vacuum cleaners, killing someone, getting lost, and grown-ups in general…


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