I Arrived At My Sister’s Wedding And She Tried To Hide Me

caps and motel bills and whether they should refinance the house they no longer even lived in because there wasn’t much house left.

For a while people treated me like I’d done something noble.

The local paper ran a picture from before. Senior portrait. Soft curls. No scars. The headline called me a hero. The church down the street did a fundraiser. A continue reading …