Hello Stranger

by Katherine Center

Plus, don’t we all, deep down, carry an inextinguishable longing for our parents to be proud of us? Even long after we’ve given up?

“I guess I should call you Oliver now,” I said, looking up into his face and trying out his name for real. “I’ll be Joe for you, if you want.”

We’re all just muddling through, after all. We’re all just doing the best we can. We’re all struggling with our struggles. Nobody has the answers. And everybody, deep down, is a little bit lost.