Evacuated from France: Publicly, Privately Grieving

Malaena Caldwell “Malaena! I thought that was you! How was France?!” They always ask with a tone of optimistic curiosity but with eyebrows furrowed full of pity.  I look at them with paralyzing fear while trying heavily not to roll my eyes and click my tongue. I moan quietly, “Who’s asking now?” and try toContinue reading “Evacuated from France: Publicly, Privately Grieving”