Portland
Sunday morning: one-way ticket.
Monday evening: keys to a tiny studio apartment near my internship site. White walls, rattling heater, a window that stuck when it rained.
It was perfect.
The day before my sister’s wedding, my mother secretly shaved my head to ‘protect the bride’ so that she wouldn’t be overshadowed—But they didn’t know that I had prepared a retaliation that would shock the entire wedding party
John Smith
September 26, 2025
