Will I even go to college? I don’t know. Although my father might step in and pay to save face, it’s not easy to contemplate leaving my mom with her debt, her lonely house. We’re the only light in each other’s days sometimes. With our present the way it looks, I don’t know how to make sense of my future. It’s impossible to mock my compatriots’ high school preoccupations without recognizing how, deep down, I’m viciously hungry for their comforting simplicity.
