I could still taste the runny yolks in the back of my throat as I walked along the red-brick sidewalk, my vision blurred slightly by the few persistent tears I couldn’t quite manage to suppress. The only thing Jeanine does worse than babysit is cook eggs. She definitely can’t cook eggs like Mom, who cooks […] Read More..
Tell me a story, she said. Her voice was sleepy and her eyes half-closed. I began to tell a story. In English, she said, as she did every night. I want to hear a story in English. But you won’t understand. It doesn’t matter. I want to listen to you tell me a story in […] Read More..