fairs and fevers I sat through. There were broken hearts I had no idea how to mend, so I made grilled cheese and let them cry on the couch.
There were three different seasons when all three of them seemed to hate me at once. June, at 13, slammed doors. Claire, at 15, refused to look at me for a month. Ava, at 17, told me I didn’t understand a single continue reading …
