It was exactly 11:58 PM. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed, the only light in the room coming from my phone screen, which was glaringly bright against the dark. My thumb was hovering over the “Send” button. I had written and deleted the same sentence about fourteen times. “Happy birthday!” felt too … Read more
I remember digging through a box of old photos last summer when I stumbled upon a tattered, slightly yellowed envelope. Inside was a hand-drawn happy birthday card from my best friend in third grade. It wasn’t perfect—the glitter was falling off, and the drawing of a “cake” looked more like a lopsided hat—but the feeling … Read more
I remember sitting on a worn-out velvet sofa when I was twelve, crying my eyes out because of some middle-school drama that feels like a lifetime ago. My mom was busy, my dad was confused, but then the front door opened, and in walked the one person who always seemed to have a “get out … Read more