Dear God, There is a way in which I sometimes I felt a sense of belonging. Belonging to a family. But I never felt I belonged to you. It was like I was walking alone, next to a ghost who had died centuries ago, drifting silently at my feet, as my shadow cast over the...
I glance over at the girl right ahead of me in line. She’s probably 16, wearing light blue-jean cut-off short shorts and a white tank top. Her hair is blonde, highlighted and thick, hanging perfectly straight down to her shoulder blades. Her skin is perfectly...
