I watch it again and again, knowing that secrets to life are hidden in that one minute and 32-second clip. I intend to keep watching until I discover the secret
Was it time for the picture to be stretched back to its original shape? Whom could I possibly trust with it?
I don’t know who’d arranged for the printing of those booklets, who’d chosen those few words, but I do know that that last word spoke everything
When I was in eighth grade, a teacher asked us to write an essay about what we feared most. I wrote that I feared being told in the middle of class that I had a phone call
“He’s much more okay than you remember. He’s changed.” She says this because I look skeptical. Duvi, that skinny boy, that branded child?
“This journey has cracked me open to my core and nearly broken me many times. In overcoming these challenges, I’m bringing home with me some of life’s greatest lessons”
