Set the Record Straight

by Hannah Bonam-Young

It was a photo only I could have taken. Not because of skill, that would come later, but because I was the only one in that exact place at that exact time. The tree was blown by the wind in a way that would never be again. A moment so entirely unique that it would have disappeared forever if not captured by a seventeen-year-old girl and her cheap, entry-level Canon.

all I’ve wanted since leaving this town ten years ago was to feel wanted. Wanted for who I am, as I am. Welcomed with long hugs, cups of coffee, baked goods, and presents. They’re not my blood, but this is my family. This was and will always be my home. This is where I belong.