Let me tell you what heartbreak feels like. There’s a tightness in the chest, almost like a heavy rock is kept over it. You want to move it, breathe normally, but it wouldn’t budge.
How this purely emotional stress transforms into physical pain is why the human body amazes me. The pain is crushing, but I won’t cry over the unfairness of the world. No, I am a writer, I’m feeling and assimilating the pain. Because a writer should take notes of all the new experiences of life.
The school was a nightmare, but home is scarier. I have to tell Mom about Kipper. I think of him as a balm to my ailing heart. I want to cuddle him and sleep for days.
When I reach home, I find a huge carton on the dining table. Taking off my shoes, I tiptoe to the table.
My secret is once again revealed without my
