My Mom Said It Was Just A Toy When My Brother Ruined My Research Computer Before Graduation

of a bedroom from twenty years earlier, the morning of a science fair I was twelve, and Matthew had taken scissors to my poster the night before. Since that day I had developed a paranoid and unbreakable habit. I never trusted a single copy of anything.

I scrambled to my hands and knees and crawled under my heavy wooden desk. I shoved aside the ruined continue reading …