“This moment of recognition reflected back at me in her face. It’s not even something I can see, but something I feel. It’s not my mom and my dad or my brothers. It’s me. My own confusion, my own fear. She could look like a stranger to me, and I’d still feel it as plainly.”

“This moment of recognition reflected back at me in her face. It’s not even something I can see, but something I feel. It’s not my mom and my dad or my brothers. It’s me. My own confusion, my own fear. She could look like a stranger to me, and I’d still feel it as plainly.”

— Emma Lord