teaching children self love

My Dad Stuffed His Clothes In Big Black Garbage Bags 

“I wait on the stoop in my dirty sneakers until the street lights come on. Until the sky turns shades of pink and red, the same color as my broken heart. I wait until I hear the train go over the track. I keep telling myself I’ll wait five more minutes. I wait until another car drives down my block. It’s not the right color.”

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