BY JESSICA WANG
It’s The Day we’ve been dreading.
Summer’s ended, and school begins in a week. Only yesterday, Mom took me to buy all the necessary items for the new school year–a bookbag, writing utensils, lined paper. You offered to come with me, but I refused. It’s too depressing to think that you won’t be needing anything here, because you’ll buy all your materials in another place. Another city.
Already, the weather has cooled. Wind whips about me and tugs insistently at my arms, cinched around my middle. As I trudge down the street, I yank my hairband off and smooth my hair down around my neck. It’s thin, but a source of warmth, and will have to do to replace the scarf you gave me, the one I forgot at home on the dresser. Continue reading “Drift”