May 21st
The doctor got the results back from the tests he performed at my last visit. He called mom last night and asked her to come in today – and bring me.
I sit in the waiting room at the end of a white hall and skim through a film magazine, trying to shove aside the nausea in my stomach.
For a second I think I see Birdie, but I’m probably just imagining it.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
little, little birdie
Fiksi RemajaA story about a lonely girl and a boy that can't write poetry.
