At 11, I was naive. Telling people that I'd be attending school in another area kind of made me feel unique, and special. But at the time it meant I was leaving what I knew. For months we drove up the highway, hoping to see the slab poured. But nothing. Just mounds of dirt and … Continue reading Goodbye.
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Ivan Siladji 