My Sister Got a New Car While I Got a Bus Pass but My 18th Birthday Changed Everything

designing a magazine spread. New curtains to match each time. A desk from Pottery Barn Teen. My room still had the sky-blue walls I had lived with since I was twelve and the particleboard bookshelf my father had assembled slightly wrong, so it leaned to the left with the patient, permanent lean of something nobody was ever going to fix. I did not keep continue reading …