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

garden. My room was small and smelled of old wood and something floral. The previous tenant had left a book on the desk that I did not recognize, and I stood in the doorway of the room for a long moment before I set my bags down, looking at the book and the window and the garden and the specific texture of being somewhere entirely new with nothing continue reading …