Only Mostly Devastated

by Sophie Gonzales

All I’m saying is, I’ve seen enough horror movies to have a healthy mistrust of kids.

It turned out I got most of my positive energy from the thought of karmic schadenfreude.

“It was a red Skittle. A sweaty red Skittle is worth three green Skittles.”

Except, yes, I could, because it was me, and I would probably feel awkward at my own ninetieth birthday party, surrounded by a room full of people that I’d loved and raised.