Part one: 11 years old There is a girl. She is not real. She does not grow. She is always mourning her mother face down, sobbing into her bedspread while I sit on the edge of the bed and watch her bl… more →
The ExponentBrooke wrote 2 years ago: Part one: 11 years old There is a girl. She is not real. She does not grow. She is always mourning … more →