Eating bitter, Siu-Ling reminds herself, is the one true path to greater glory. Or so the ruddy-faced nuns at Sacred Heart tell her.
Repeatedly.
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The strangest thing about coming back home for Melani was the dizzy spells that had come and gone ever since she stepped into her childhood home. At first she thought …
I awaken to the sound of him in the den stubbing his toe on my piano, swearing. He can never sneak around while I sleep. I lie silent, listening to …
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As living parents, more time is all we want, while in death, time is all we have. We spoke to Cynthia a week before the accident took us. She called …