Notes Surrounding My Mother

“When I smell Opium now, all I can smell is fear; fear of abandonment, fear of judgment, and the fear of being sent away. It serves as a reminder that all of it happened, and it asserts that my fears were indeed valid.”

Published at Thoreau’s Rooster in the 2016 Volume, winner of the Editor’s Prize

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