I Paid for My Sister’s Tuition Until My Family Threw Me Out and Weeks Later They Began Calling

textbooks across my kitchen counter and studied while I cooked, and we talked about her classes and her professors and the things she was learning, and sometimes we talked about what had happened and sometimes we did not, and both were acceptable.

Every morning the building filled with the smell of bread from below. Every time I unlocked my apartment continue reading …