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For the millionth time, I wish that my world were a little bigger. Because if I had a sibling or grandparent or another parent, maybe someone would understand how I feel.
Maybe I can be Cinderella. Just a different kind. One who isn’t after love because there’s more to life than that and I’m just eighteen. I’m after education and a better life for me and my mom.
Whether it was because I was leaving or because I always had to be the one to let things go first, it doesn’t matter. I’ve been feeling alone because there’s a knot in the thread that connects me to her, and we haven’t even tried to untangle it.