My Father Threw My Life Into The Fire And Said This Is What Happens When You Disobey

forty-three dollars, and the envelope from his trunk. I slept on his cousin’s couch for two weeks before the trade program started. The apartment smelled like old carpet and microwave dinners and the particular kind of silence that comes from being somewhere you are tolerated rather than welcomed, but it was a roof and a floor and a door that locked,continue reading …