Aftermath: Part Three
Eight Years Ago
I stayed at my new father’s house for weeks, seeing the nice alien doctor lady frequently while Ian took care of me. 1,016 more words
I’m a 26-year-old woman in the prime of life, slowly becoming a bitter, old grump. And I have to say, I don’t like it.
I’m really starting to sympathize with those eighty somethings who only talk about their aches and pains and reminiscence on the good old days. 528 more words