My First Tea Memory
I remember the night after my aunts funeral. My eyes red and swollen, drooping from exhaustion. My sore feet chilled by our cold apartment floor. My mother, brother, and I couldn’t sleep. We sat on our...
Group 5 - Winter Quarter 2015
I remember the night after my aunts funeral. My eyes red and swollen, drooping from exhaustion. My sore feet chilled by our cold apartment floor. My mother, brother, and I couldn’t sleep. We sat on our...
