My Sister Took My Passport Before My Scholarship Interview and My Parents Said It Wasn’t Meant for Me Until I Proved Them Wrong

to anyone in my family. None of that had mattered. Someone had pried the latch with a flathead screwdriver, or something like one, and the metal had given way because twenty-two dollars does not buy very much in the way of physical security.

My birth certificate was still in the box. My social security card was still there. My immunization records were continue reading …