I’m not prepared for this. This is… an attack. This is absolutely ludicrous
I’m torn in two directions. My dance needs me. And the play is in just a few weeks. But I can’t just hang my family on the coat rack. Production! Merely the mention of it brings a smile to my face. There’s laughter in the air, music blasting. The hallways are pulsating with activity, paintbrushes
First came Ima’s diagnosis. Then everything else
I’m dizzy just thinking about what awaits me when I come home
Uncle Dani, my dear Uncle Dani, is nowhere to be found. In his stead is a hardened confused, guy
Maybe I am going nuts. But why did the principal’s kind offer leave me feeling so uncomfortable?