Anonymous

This Is What It’s Like To Be In Love With Your Brother

When I was a little girl, I used to look up at him and feel how lucky I was to have someone like that in my family. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to play baseball, how to hide my wine bottles from mom and dad (many years later, of course).

How To Kiss A Boy

Kiss because you’re young, because you want to, because you can, because you love him, because you don’t.

My Parents Don’t Love Me

Dad took me by the arm and shoved me onto the floor. He started kicking me. He kicked, and kicked, and kicked. Each time I would try to get up he would push me back onto the ground. He kept repeating, “You know I can kick you, you’re not so old that you can’t be disciplined. I can kick you, I can kick you”.