The Dustspeck Screamed
I can remember being as young as 6 or 7, in first grade, and not being happy. I can remember being jealous of my sister who was carefree and friendly. I can remember thinking it was so hard to do the right thing, say the right thing, have the right thing. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I just thought I was wrong. Personally, all about... Read more





















