Ana

Ana “I feel… good” The words felt hollow, like always, and she winced just a little for letting them out. Ana shivered. The heat hadn’t come on yet, and the size 4 sweater hung loosely from her wrists. A truck was coming, and she resisted the impulse to swerve into...

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My mother was in her late 30s when she had me. My dad was older. I don’t know much about their relationship before me, but I think it was rocky. Neither of them expected children at that age. But then I came, and two and a half years later my sister. I woke up earlier...
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