When I was younger, I would’ve given anything to have a conversation with him, have him take interest in me. But by now, through all our ups and downs, it just felt wrong, like an imposter living inside my dad’s skin.
Tasnimee Makkiije citiralaпре 2 месеца
Of course. Father-daughter time, that mysterious thing.
Tasnimee Makkiije citiralaпре 2 месеца
keeping my gaze trained on my feet, like I was eight years old again and embarrassed to exist.
Ian Romel Mendozaje citiraoпре 4 месеца
Your body has a knowing. Like an antenna, attuned to tremors in the air, or a dowsing rod, tracing things so deeply buried you have no language for them yet.
Ian Romel Mendozaje citiraoпре 4 месеца
The words cleaved me in half. Mrs. Rush, my favorite teacher—the one I felt surely saw me, recognized I was special—couldn’t remember I existed.
lapujullje citiraoпре 10 месеци
The moment I pulled it out, my hands began to tremble
lapujullje citiraoпре 10 месеци
You are formally invited
sebkarabo17je citiraoпре 5 месеци
clenched her torso,
sebkarabo17je citiraoпре 5 месеци
missiles at his face
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Cry, crap, eat and sleep.”
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