Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

away my tears with a tissue Mrs. Wong pressed into my hand. I accepted the condolences of neighbors and friends. I got back into the car for the ride to my apartment, where people would gather to share food and memories, where I would play the role of grieving mother because that’s what the day required.

But inside, something had crystallized. Something continue reading …