The circle spinned as each of them untied the masks of insecurity that the thoughtful family tied on their heads.
My children.
Emancipated woman.
Fuck the system.
You hear only one side of the story.
She was sitting by the wall and her fingers were searching for the grains of cement that she could use to build up a wall between here and there.
My children.
Emancipated woman.
Fuck the system.
You hear only one side of the story.
She was sitting by the wall and her fingers were searching for the grains of cement that she could use to build up a wall between here and there.
