My Mother Told Me To Give Up My Room Until I Left Quietly

told her to leave it.

She did not say anything. She went to her room and sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the photograph on the nightstand.

Her father at her high school graduation. His arm around her shoulder, his smile deep enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. You’re going to do great things, Soph. You’re my rock.

He had died six months continue reading …