We’re Mourning Our Futures. We Should Let Each Other.
Life isn’t going back to normal.
When I was seven, I asked my mom if we could go to Chuck E. Cheese. She screamed in my face, and spent the rest of the morning throwing things and slamming doors. I hid under the bed.
For years, I punished myself for being so selfish. At the time, she was pregnant with my little brother. I’m…