So many of us know what it's like to be used and abused by people we love.
People change sometimes.
There is so much BS in the world right now. There are so many reasons to hate and be angry, but we can stop that. I am not suggesting we march, sign a petition, or share something on Facebook.
She sat next to her brother, but her body was turned away. She sat as if she were leaned against an invisible wall between them. The Georgia sun shined through the window and illuminated her book. Aleja preferred the world of demons and sexy teens to the stiff silence of the mini-van. “So, Sweetie,” her mother turned around to speak, “we’re almost there! Dad is waiting for us in the new house and-.” “Room,” Aleja replied as she dog-eared the page she was on. “It’s a new room, isn’t it? Communal housing?” “Yes,” her mother said, her eyes darting around in search of a silver lining.