It’s Easter. You’re in the grocery store, and you can’t stop staring at the blonde girl buying flowers. You feel a pull towards her. She’s beautiful.
You’re obsessively strategizing ways to introduce yourself. When we become attracted to someone, we don’t necessarily choose who it is: there’s never a logical reason behind it..… Continue reading Here
My face presses against the sliding glass door as my dad cuts down branches and my mom trims down the half-acre yard they’ve worked so hard for. The wealth they had to accumulate over the course of twenty-nine years of hard work has lead to this very moment.… Continue reading Here