One cold blistery Maine winter morning, I climbed my way up the rickety stairs of my elementary school. I joined the line of third grade girls on the left side of the staircase, as one the the teachers was heading down. “Renee, how was your weekend?” She cheerfully asked me. I thought for a moment before slowly and sadly reached up touching my throat. In the raspiest most pained whisper I could muster up said “I had my tonsils out.” Read more >





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