Mylah looks at him. Looks away. Looks back. She doesn’t think about it. That’s the part that gets me.
She doesn’t run the math in her head. Doesn’t weigh the pros and cons. Doesn’t calculate what she’ll lose. She just reaches into her backpack. Pulls out the sandwich. Unwraps it. And tears it in half. Not down the middle. She gives him the bigger piece.continue reading …
