Miho: In the RiverI sat on my bed, my new scarf in my hands as I let it run through my fingers. It was almost like silk. A nice, light scarf, perfect for summer. The color was exquisite, like the rich blue of the ocean seen from a satellite image. The old one I gave him I’d bought strictly to cover my neck. I’d have never let myself buy one like this, even though I loved it.
It wasn’t as if my parents seemed to care how I used the money they left me, but I never knew when it might be the last time, so I was careful not to waste it. I used what I needed for food and other necessities and kept the rest tucked away. To stretch it further, I even made my own lunches instead of buying them, looked for meats on sale, stuff like that. Their neglect was turning me into an old woman. The only thin
