By Perri Elliott
Copyright © Perri Elliott, 2017
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Mama paced around the house frantically, tossing items and clothing in every room, digging through drawers and under all of the furniture.
“Charlie, have you seen your papa’s pocket watch?” She yelled, walking into his bedroom.
Charlie put his hand in his pocket, clenching the pocket watch. His heart picked up speed.
“No, Mama. Haven’t seen it.”
“Well, it’s the last thing of value we have around here and we need to find it. We’re
running out of food, Charlie.”
“But, it’s Papa’s special pocket watch.”
“I know. But we haven’t heard from your Papa lately. That pocket watch will buy us enough food to last us a while. Please, help me look for it.”
She leaned down and kisses him on the forehead before she walked out of the bedroom.
Charlie laid back on the bed, placed his hands behind his head, and looked up toward the ceiling.
Guess Papa didn’t tell her. It’s mine. he wanted me to have it. Grampa gave it to him and he gave it to me. He rolled onto his side, clutching the watch to his heart. But if I don’t tell her, she’ll starve. What should I do?
The sun broke through the window shining on Charlie’s face. He sat up on the side of the bed, stretched his arms, and walked towards the bedroom door slowly. He opened the door. CREEEK. He peeked his head out of the crack in the open door. Mama sat in Papa’s chair crying in the living room, with her back toward the bedroom door.
Charlie’s stomach growled loudly. He quickly backed away from the door and closed it quietly before his stomach could make any more noises.
Charlie turned around, opened his dresser drawer and dug out the pocket watch from the back of the drawer. He wrapped the golden chain around his wrist, sat down on the bed and gripped it in his hand. Sitting on his bedside dresser was a picture with Charlie and Papa last summer on their fishing trip. Charlie looked over at the picture and smiled.
“Oh, Papa. What should I do?”
Charlie looked down at the pocket watch, and back at the picture. He took a deep breath and walked to the dresser. He laid the pocket watch down on the dresser, grabbed a change of clothes from the drawer and got dressed, tucking the pocket watch into the pocket of his pants. He took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door and walked out into the living room. Mama quickly wiped her eyes as Charlie walked into the room.
“Good morning, Charlie.”
“Good morning, Momma. I have to tell you something.”
“What is it honey? Come here.”
Charlie walked over and stood beside Mama. He rested his hand on the arm of the chair.
“Mama, I have his pocket watch,” pulling it out of his pocket and handing it to her. “He gave it to me right before he left to find work.”
“Oh, Charlie. Thank you for bringing this to me. I know it’s so important to you but you know what we have to do.”
“I know, mama. I understand.”
Tears ran down mama’s eyes, but this time she smiled. She grabbed Charlie by the shoulders, looked into his green eyes, and brushed his brown hair out of his eyes.
“I love you, Charlie. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“I know, Mama. I love you too. Come on, we need to go sell it before the store closes. You know they close early today.”
“All right sweetie. Go put your jacket on.”
As they approached the house, in the distance there was a tall, dark haired man standing on their front porch. Mama and Charlie stopped walking and looked at each other. Charlie took off running toward the house.
Marvin turns the key in the ignition to his dark blue Ford Galaxie. The muffler rumbled.
“So, where are we going tonight, Marvin?”
“I’m not sure yet. We can’t go too far tonight because I’m supposed to be home shortly. I’m thinking we’ll just go down the road. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine with me. As long as I get time with you.”
Marvin put the car in drive and coasted down the road. He turns right into a cul-de-sac. Helen turns and looks out the window checking her surroundings. Overgrown weeds had overtaken the sidewalk. A few rundown houses emerge from the shadows, but they are all boarded up. A pickup truck, propped up on cinder blocks, sits underneath a flickering streetlight. Marvin pulls to the side of the road and puts the car in park.
“Where exactly is here, Marvin?”
“Here is where we can be alone, Helen. That is what you asked for,” Marvin says, leaning in for a kiss.
A loud knock on the driver side window interrupts the kiss. Helen screams.
“Roll down the window and give me your wallet,” the stranger says.
Helen looks at Marvin. “What do we do, Marvin?”
Marvin rolls down his window just enough to be heard. “Go on. You’re not getting anything from us.”
The robber jabs his hand through the opened window and punches Marvin on the nose. Blood squirts from Marvin’s nose. He touches the blood with his palm so he can inspect it. Helen reaches for her keychain inside her purse. She aims a mini metallic canister that dangles from the chain at the robber and pushes down on its aerosol top. The cylinder shots a steady stream of pepper spray at the stranger’s eyes.
“What the hell, lady,” says the stranger, crying. He bolts down the road rubbing his eyes.
“Marvin, hurry up and get it together. We need to get out of here before he comes back.”
Marvin snaps back to reality, throws the car and drive and speeds off. Helen looks out the window to see if she can see the man but he has disappeared into the woods.
“I can’t believe you didn’t do anything, Marvin. We could have died and you did nothing. I’m just glad I had my pepper spray.”
“Shut up, Helen. I froze okay. What did you expect me to do?”
“The big, bad, football player froze? What a joke. You were supposed to protect me Marvin, and you froze, letting me fend for myself. I had to protect you. Please, just take me home.” Helen sits back in her seat and closes her eyes.
Marvin pulls the car up to the curb in front of Helen’s house. He leans in for a goodnight kiss.
Helen jumps back. “Are you serious?”
“Look, Helen, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I froze. I was scared.”
Helen gathered her belongings, and looked at Marvin. “You don’t think I was scared too, Marvin? I was terrified but I did what I had to do to protect us. If it weren’t for me we probably would have died. You clearly are not the man I thought you were.”
She gets out of the car and slams the door behind her.
Maryann walked up to the hotel room door with her key in hand. She unlocked the hotel door and rolled in her one bag of luggage. The hotel room wasn’t the nicest place she had stayed in but it wasn’t horrible. It was the only hotel that would take cash and didn’t ask for her ID. So, this was her only option.
The carpet was a green shag and the walls were a pale yellow. There wasn’t much in the room: two beds, a table, a chair, a mini bar, and a small patio on the other side of the sliding glass door. The patio had a small glass table with two chairs. She poured herself a drink from the minibar and headed outside. She sat down at the patio table. A knock at the door interrupted her drink.
“Maryann, I know you’re in there. Open this door now.”
Maryann chugged the rest of her drink and ran back inside. She hid all of the alcohol and her empty glass under the bed. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
She opened the door. “Hello, Lawrence. What are you…?” Lawrence pushed past her. He slammed the door.
“I cannot believe you would really try and leave me.”
“Lawrence, let’s go outside and sit. We can talk about this. Come with me to the porch.”
She guided him outside toward the patio table. Lawrence stumbled a bit as he walked. Maryann sat down in the chair farthest from the patio door. Lawrence sat down in the chair across from her and placed his head down into his hands. His dark brown hair hung over his fingers.
Maryann leaned forward to get out of her chair. Lawrence grabbed her arm.
“How did it get to be like this, Maryann? Why do you want to leave me? I thought you loved me?”
“Lawrence, I do love you, but I cannot take all of your drinking and abuse anymore. You’ve changed. It didn’t used to be like this with us, Lawrence.”
Lawrence grabbed her face. “See, this is your problem. You think that you can decide what I do. You are my wife. You do as I say. I don’t have to listen to you. You obey me.”
Lawrence stood up and threw her across the patio. Hitting her head on the patio ground, she landed in front of the patio door. She got up as fast as she could and ran into the room. She slammed the patio’s glass door and locked it behind her. She sat on the bed and grabbed the phone. Lawrence slammed himself against the patio door.
She waited patiently for the police to arrive. They took Lawrence away in handcuffs. She went back in her hotel room, locked the door and began packing her bag. She wanted to get as far away from Lawrence as possible. Now was the perfect time to get away.
Tracy is a brown hair, green eyed, sixteen-year-old girl who lives in Alabama. She has spent the last five years of her life dealing with her mother ever since her parent’s divorce. Her dad had to move to Colorado to be closer to his doctors and Tracy hasn’t been able to see him since. He has been sick with cancer for the last six years. Tracy and her mother do not get along. In the last five years, her mother has been through many different boyfriends. She also has a drug addition. Her mom no longer takes care of herself or the house. She no longer brushes her hair or teeth, and she hasn’t showered in weeks. The house is now run down; dirty laundry and dishes cover the house. Food has rotted somewhere and been forgotten about. Tracy has become tired of this, but it got especially bad when her mother’s boyfriend John hit Tracy and her mom did nothing about it. That was the last straw for Tracy. She had to find a way out of here. She couldn’t deal with this any longer.
The next morning, she gets on the phone and calls her dad. She knows there’s nothing he can physically do because he is sick and can’t drive but maybe he will have an idea. She doesn’t want her mom to hear her call so Tracy puts in her Chris Young CD and turns up her stereo as she calls her dad.
“Hey, Dad!” said Tracy.
“Well, hello Darlyn! You sound like something’s wrong. Is everything ok?”
“Dad, I can’t take it here anymore. I have to get out of here. John hit me last night.”
“WHAT? I can’t believe this. I wish there was something I could do to get you here.”
Tracy’s mom slams open the door.
“What the hell are you doing in here?”
Tracy hangs up the phone before her mom can see her and answers,
“Nothing mom, just listening to music.”
“Well, turn that shit down!”
Her mom turns and slams the door shut. Tracy lays back on the bed, I have to get out of here tonight. Tracy quickly packs her beat up book bag full of anything she thinks she might need. She only has one place to go and only one way to get there. She has to hitch a ride to Colorado. She decides that the best thing to do is take a nap and get up in the middle of the night so her mom won’t notice until the morning. After her nap, she jumps up, puts on her good walking shoes and jumps out the window and begins walking to Colorado.
After a few hours the sun finally comes up she can see the beautiful colors of pinks and purples. Even though it has been a long night, seeing this sunrise makes her feel liberated. She’s been walking for hours and she is starting to get tired so she decides now would be a good time to attempt to hitch a ride. Finally, a giant truck reeking of the pigs it was hauling, slows down and a man rolls down the passenger window.
“Howdy! Where ya headed?” said the trucker.
“Colorado.” said Tracy.
“Hop on in! I’m headed that way.”
This trucker was a little strange but friendly. He was really talkative and wanted to know any and everything Tracy was willing to tell. He wore a black trucker hat that had some kind of company logo on it. He was probably in his mid sixty’s and had a long beard. Tracy felt comfortable enough around him to fall asleep after a while. When she finally woke up she saw the “Welcome to Colorado” sign. She knew they were almost there. She told the trucker he could drop her off at the gas station that was only half a mile from her dad’s house. When she finally arrived at his house, she couldn’t help but stare. His home was a little two-bedroom house. She could tell that it was taken care of. When she got to the front door and knocked she felt as if the world had been lifted off her shoulders. When her dad finally answered the door, tears were running down her face. All her dad could do was reach out and hug her tight and say, “Tracy, I can’t believe you are here.”
Emily lives in a small one-bedroom apartment. Inside, she sits on the edge of her bed, in her pink painted bedroom. Her walls lined with cardboard moving boxes packed full of all of her belongings she has to take with her when her and her boyfriend move. They are moving into a larger apartment in a few weeks.
Emily sits on her bed, with her feet dangling off the side. She looks around her room and thinks back to the beginning of her relationship with her boyfriend, Thomas. Thomas and Emily have been dating for close to seven years now. They started their relationship back in high school. Those days, Emily was so happy. Back then, Thomas was caring. He was sweet to her. He loved her, and showed it. They were both so young then, but things in the very beginning were good for them. They had relationship issues like any normal young couple would in high school, but nothing compared to today’s problems. Today’s problems are different, more complex. Emily scoots back into the middle of the bed and leans back, resting her head on her pillow. Where did everything go so wrong with us?
A beating on the door interrupts her thoughts.
“Emily, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I don’t know what got ahold of me. Please unlock the door and talk to me.”
Emily jumps up and sits in the middle of the bed. His voice startles her. Her heart races just at the sound of his voice. She never thought she would actually be scared of him. Tears roll down her cheek as her heart pounds.
“Thomas, I promised myself as a child that I would never go through this. I would never be another statistic. Just because my mother went through this I refused to let it happen to me. From the very beginning you knew this was a fear of mine, and you promised that would not be in my future. You promised that was not ‘your character’.”
“Emily, I know. I know I messed up, and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Emily takes a breath. His words trigger a flashback to just weeks ago… Thomas shoves Emily with both hands and she goes flying. Her head slams into the bedroom door, leaving a hole. I promise. It will never happen again, Emily.
That time, she believed his words. This time…not so much. Emily thinks back to just moments ago.
“Thomas, you are so annoying. Leave me the hell alone!”
“Did you really just say that to me?”
Emily raises her eyebrow at Thomas.
Thomas runs over to Emily.
“I am seriously tired of your shit!”
Thomas grabs Emily by the throat and lifts her off the couch.
Emily’s vision tunnels as she looses oxygen.
Emily shakes her head, to clear her mind of the flashback. Her hands shake uncontrollably.
No, I am not going to do this. I will not do as my mother did and blame myself. This was not my fault. I know it’s not my fault. He chose to put his hands on me, not just once, but twice. This is not my fault and I refuse to blame myself.
Emily turns towards the door.
“Thomas, you said this before, and it happened again. I will not forgive you again, and I will not allow this to happen again. I refuse to let this get worse. You have to go,” Emily says, as tears roll down her face.
“Are you serious? Open this door. I’m not leaving until you talk to me face to face.”
Emily slowly gets up from the bed, takes a deep breath and unlocks the door.
“Thomas, I need you to leave. I can’t do this anymore. Clearly our relationship has grown to be toxic for the both of us. We need to end this now before it gets worse.”
“Fine, if you’re just going to give up on me and our seven-year relationship, clearly, I don’t need to be here. I’ll call my dad to come get me. Let me get my stuff.”
Emily backs away from the door and lets him in. She sits down on the bed. Thomas quickly gathers his belongings and throws them in the empty moving boxes that sit in the closet. He gathers all of his boxes and carries them to the front door.
Minutes, that seem like hours, pass. They sit in silence waiting for his ride to arrive. A noise plays from Thomas’s pocket, abruptly interrupting the silence.
“I love my big booty bitches. My life like a Godfather picture. Local club in…”
Thomas grabs his phone to silence it.
“We’ll my dad’s here. Guess I’m out. I’ll be calling you. If you decide you don’t want to give up on your relationship, give me a call. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”
He gets up from his chair, picks up the boxes that sit by the door, and walks outside, closing the door behind him.
Emily lets out a big breath. “I can’t believe how this relationship is ending but sadly, I’m just glad its over. I just can’t believe he really thinks I’m going to call him. But at least now I can focus on myself and school.”
Weeks go by, and not a day has gone by that Thomas hasn’t tried to contact Emily. He’s called, texted and tried to contact her online. No matter what she says to him, he keeps trying to contact her. A month later he sends a text to her phone:
Emily, why are you taking pictures of you and some guy, and sharing them online. I guess you didn’t think that I would see them since someone else shared them. You are mine; you don’t need to be posting pictures with any other men. You shouldn’t even be spending time with another guy. We are still together, Emily.
Emily looks up from her phone laughing. Are you serious? Now I can’t have pictures with friends. Last time I checked we broke up. We are not together anymore. Why does he still think anything I do is his business? I can spend time with whoever I want and do whatever I want. I have seriously had enough of this crap. Why does he think we’re still together?
Emily goes into the living room, grabs her laptop off the coffee table, and turns it on. She signs into her cellphone account online and clicks on “Change your number”. She puts in her information and submits it. She then logs into her online account and blocks his account.
Great, now he can’t contact me in anyway. I hope this is the end of me hearing from him. I can finally be free.
Months go by and she hasn’t heard from him since she changed her number and blocked him online.
A year later Emily meets up with two of her friends from high school, David and Brandon. They have a birthday dance event planned for one of their friends, Michael. Together the three of them get in Emily’s car and drive across town to a deserted parking lot where the old Home Depot used to sit.
As they pull in, the parking lot is packed full of all of their dancer friends and their cars. The music plays from Michael’s little black car, parked in the middle of the parking lot. Emily parks the car close to where the friends are all dancing. Emily, David and Brandon all get out out of the car. Emily follows David and Brandon over to the group of guys dancing near Michael’s car.
“Happy birthday, Michael,” David says as he slaps hands with Michael.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate ya’ll coming.”
“No problem. Couldn’t have missed it, bro,” Brandon replies.
Emily and Michael meet eyes. They have never met, and somehow never crossed paths before now. Emily smiles at Michael.
“Thanks.” Michael says as he smiles back.
“Oh, sorry. Michael, this is my little sister, Emily, and Emily, this is Michael,” says David.
They all walk over, joining the rest of the group. Emily stands in the parking lot watching as the guys dance. Emily shivers and zips up her black North Face jacket. Her nose starts to turn red. She walks away from the group to sit in her car. She cranks up the heat and rolls down the window, so she can still hear the music and see her friends dancing. She looks down in the console of the car, grabs a tissue and wipes her nose. I don’t know how they do it. It is way to cold out here. Emily spends the next hour, in her car, looking at Michael dance. His muscles glistened as they protruded from his black tank top. All of the guys were somehow drenched with sweat even though the March air was frigid.
Emily snaps out of her thoughts as a yelling across the parking lot catches her off guard. There is a skinny, young looking girl yelling at Michael from across the parking lot. Emily can’t really tell what’s going on. The girl is sitting in her car, which is playing the music for the dance event, screaming. Emily can’t hear exactly what she’s saying but the unpleasant look on Michael’s face is telling her that whatever the girl is saying to him, its making him miserable. He looks desperate to get away from her and her yelling. Michael walks away from the girl and begins to dance, like nothing has happened. Emily looks over at the car. The girl is sitting in the car with her fingers in her ears. She looks like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
Are you serious? How childish is she? That’s just weird. I feel so bad for him.
Brandon and David run over to the car Emily is sitting in, and knock on the window, interrupting her thoughts. Emily looks up and unlocks the door. Brandon and David open their doors and jump in the car.
“Time to go. It’s getting cold out here.” Brandon says as he leans over and cranks up the heat.
“I don’t know how ya’ll do it. I’ve been freezing ever since we got here.”
Emily shifts the car into reverse and pulls the car out of the parking spot. She shifts the car into drive and follows the rest of the group’s cars out of the parking lot. All of the cars stop at the red light as soon as they exit the lot. Michael’s car sits in front of Emily’s at the stoplight. The young skinny girl is driving. Michael gets out of the car and walks over to the driver of a truck in the lane beside them. The back of the moving truck is open and objects are close to falling out. Emily rolls down her window to hear what’s going on. Michael knocks on the truck’s window. The driver rolls down the window to hear Michael.
“Hey, I just wanted to let you know the back of your truck is open. It looks like some stuff is about to fall out. I wasn’t sure if you knew it but I didn’t want you to lose anything,” says Michael.
“Thanks, man. I didn’t know it was open so I really appreciate that,” says the truck driver.
Michael’s girlfriend speeds off as the light turns green. Michael turns around.
“Are you fucking serious? She really just left me here, in the middle of the street.”
Emily looks over at David and Brandon.
“Did you guys see that? What the hell is she thinking? Tell him to get in, David”
David rolls down the passenger window and yells out.
“Hey Michael, Jump in!”
Michael runs over to the car and jumps in.
“Thanks, guys I really appreciate you not leaving me here.”
“We aren’t gonna leave you here stranded, in the middle of the road,” says Emily.
Emily looks at Michael through her rearview mirror and smiles at him.
Michael looks up at the mirror and smiles back.
“Alright do you know where the McDonald’s on Charles is?” says Michael.
“Yeah I know where that is,” Emily says.
“Go there, and turn left and its in that neighborhood right there.”
When they arrive at the young skinny girl’s house Michael gets out of the car, turns around and waves goodbye to Emily, David and Brandon.
“Thanks guys, I really appreciate the ride.”
“No problem!” Emily says.
Emily switches the car into drive and drives home.
A few months go by. Emily hasn’t forgotten about Michael, in fact, he hasn’t left her mind since she last saw him. But, she hasn’t talked to him or seen him since the last dance event they all went to. David decides on having a dance event at Emily’s new apartment tonight. She moved in by herself a little less than a year ago. Emily and a few of her dancer friends are sitting in the living room on the couch watching TV and waiting for their friends to arrive. There is a knock at the door. David gets up from the couch to answer the door.
Michael walks into the house.
“Hey man, how you been?” Michael says as he slaps hands with David.
“Pretty good. Come on in. You ready to dance?”
“I’m always ready to dance.”
“Okay. We’ll let’s grab everyone from the living room and we’ll head outside, and start this event.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
Michael and David walk through the house and into the living room. Emily looks over at Michael as he steps through the living room door. They catch eyes as his eyes scan the room. Emily’s heart begins to pick up speed and a huge smile beams from her face.
Brandon, who sits beside Emily on the big red couch, leans over and whispers in her ear.
“Don’t you even think about it, Emily.”
Emily, still looking at Michael, smirks and whispers back,
“What are you talking about, Brandon?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Emily looks over at Brandon and chuckles.
Brandon laughs back.
Everyone in the living room stands up to greet Michael. They all put on their jackets and shoes and walk outside to the driveway. Brandon gets in the car and connects the music. He turns it up loud enough for everyone to hear. As the dance session begins, Emily sits outside, on the concrete driveway, watching them all dance. As the night goes on, the group finally gets tired after hours of dancing. They all walk inside and take off their jackets and shoes. Everyone finds a place in the living room to sit down and relax. David grabs the remote to the TV off the coffee table, and turns it on. As everyone watches TV, Emily grabs a pillow from the couch and lays down on the floor. Michael looks over at Emily and smiles.
“You look pretty comfortable.”
“Yeah, its not too bad down here.”
“Can I come lay with you?”
“Sure,” Emily says as she laughs.
Michael crawls down on the floor, lays down on his stomach and lays his head on Emily’s stomach. Emily reaches around and places her hand on his back. She rubs his back as they lay on the floor together. As the night goes on, Emily and Michael lay on the floor talking, and laughing. Michael and Emily sit up and look around the room at all of their friends. Their all asleep, scattered around the room, on couches, chairs and a few lay on the floor sleeping.
“Jeeze, everyone else went to sleep on us, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t even notice,” says Michael.
“Well, its not like we were really talking to them anyway.”
“Very true. Kind of feels like we’ve been in our own world these last few hours,” says Michael.
Michael lays his head back down on Emily’s stomach as she leans back and puts her head down on the pillow.
“Yeah, it really has.”
A few moments of silence go by and Emily looks down at Michael.
“You know, I don’t know what it is about you, but something about you just makes me feel so comfortable. You make me feel safe. I know that’s probably strange because I don’t know you very well, but something about you makes me feel like I’m safe with you. Almost like nothing can go wrong when I’m with you. I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. I’ve never felt this comfortable with someone, especially this early.”
“Really? I like that. I’m glad that you feel comfortable with me. But, I’m really happy I can make you feel safe.”
“Me too. I’ve never had that before. Something about you just feels so different.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“Oh yeah. It is. It’s a very good thing.”
After a few moments of complete silence Michael falls asleep. Emily looks down at Michael’s face. She smiles and closes her eyes as she thinks to herself.
I don’t know what it is about this guy, but it really feels like my heart has started to beat again. I didn’t even realize how dead and emotionless I have felt, until now. I know this can’t possibly be love right now, but I could see it coming at some point. I wonder how he feels about me. He seems to like me, but I don’t know… They say the best love comes when you least expect it. We’ll I definitely didn’t expect this, especially now. Especially after the last time we saw each other. We barely talked at all last time. I wonder if this is could be a new beginning for me. Is this how my life was meant to go? Did I go through everything I have just to get to this point? Maybe if I didn’t go through all of that, I wouldn’t appreciate this moment, as much as I do right now. Whatever it is, something feels right with him. I almost feel like part of me is becoming whole again. I’m strangely sure about this.
Emily opens her eyes and looks down at Michael again before closing her eyes to go to sleep.
“I think this could be my safe haven, this may be the start of my new beginning.”
Perri Elliott is earning a Bachelor of Fine Art in Creative Writing at Full Sail University, working her way to being a novelist and children’s book author. Her writing is either based on true events (personal or family experience) or a twisted romance (destructive, controlling and abusive) She has two short stories in Down in the Dirt magazine, “A Night Gone Wrong” and “Poisoned Love,” and the article “Perri’s Story” in The MPS Sibling: Short Stories for Brothers and Sisters, a book about understanding and coping with the rare genetic disorder, Mucopolysaccharidoses. Find more of her work at ; visit her at
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