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“Mondays are the best days! Like, aren’t you excited about the start of a new week? It’s like a new chapter in a book.
How convenient that crack would ravish the area developers wanted most.
Monday worried she’d know about my problem if I got too close to her. But when you’re always cold, it’s easy to be drawn to the sun.
That’s why if Ma was a color, she’d be pink with her sweetness. A tender flower, a bubbly pop of chewing gum, two scoops of strawberry ice cream. Silly in her girly ways, her color deepens with love, until she glows fuchsia—bright and bold, unstoppable. But when she is not fed the riches that life promises, Ma pales, remaining but a tint above white, a color aching in want.
But when help isn’t invited, it ain’t nothing but an unwanted houseguest.
You were made to light up this world, not to be cooped up in the house. I may not have said it right, but that’s all I want for you, Sweet Pea.”
I swallowed, lacing my fingers together. “What if I fail my . . . mission? What if I’m not as special as everyone thinks I am?” Daddy reached over and held my hand. “Well, I’m here to catch you every time you think you’re about to fall. That’s what daddies are supposed to do.”
Rumors are born with legs that can run a mile in less than a minute. Rumors eat up dreams without condiments. Rumors do not have expiration dates. Rumors can be deadly. Rumors can get you killed.
“You can’t always believe everything people tell you. Sometimes you got to find out stuff for yourself.”
“In this life, you don’t always get what you want, but you must dance through it,” she said.
