July 29th, 2017
It's been two months.
Dad said he is happy.
I am as thin as my sister.
I look in the mirror.
He is lying.
I am still fat.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Weak
Conto"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, But the silence of our friends." ~Martin Luther King Jr. There was nothing I could do. There was nothing we could do. It wasn't our fault. Or was it, really? ...
