Boy, Snow, Bird

by Helen Oyeyemi

I’d have liked for him to say my name again, though. You know how it is when someone says your name really well, like it means something that makes the world a better place.

If I’m ever in any other part of the world and I pass a house that has white fairy lights strung across its porch, I’ll think it’s likely that I’d get along with the people who live there.