Heart pounding, I pull the paper free and unfold it, and my breath stills in my chest. There, in an achingly beautiful drawing, is me… from today. I’m standing at the table with my eyes narrowed, almost shooting fire, and my lips are in a snarl. It’s so well drawn it almost feels lifelike, and the emotions leaking from it feel real. I flip it over to see words scrawled on the back in an endearing scribble. Even in our weakest moment, we have strength and beauty. Asher
