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A Letter to My Mother, Who I Love Very Much and Who I Hope Doesn’t Read This
By Elizabeth JosephWhen I needed a white sheet for Toga day at school, my father immediately gave me his own white cloth. The weave was loose and rough, with a smooth strip of gold running down one side, so large I thought it was a sari.
Flowers Exist on the Moon
By Maggie GolshaniFidgeting my leg against a familiar school desk, the dreadful anticipation always washes over me while listening to roll call on the first day of school.
Just Like My Dad Said it Would
By MJ FergusonOnce I was through the door, I dashed down the stairs to my room, flinging myself onto my bed, sobbing. I felt so stupid, so clutzy, so worthless. Questions flooded my mind. Who am I? Am I really Amy? Or am I someone else? I didn’t know anymore.
Knock-knock-knock.