Oh NOOOOOOOOOOEZ
Mother FUCKER.
I just fucked up my formatting even worse.
:(
I r made of fail and not win.
So instead I am going to work on this:
While I sat I listened to the sounds of this new neighborhood, laughing people, men speaking Spanish loudly somewhere behind our house, kids whooping and hollering, for the first time I couldn’t hear anger, I didn’t hear fear. I smiled, I didn’t know why I was smiling but, you couldn’t have taken it off with a hammer. Even though my arm was broken and in a by then filthy smelly cast and I couldn’t run to the corner to join the game of hockey going on in the street but I still smiled.
And then I saw her, a little girl walking funny, huge insane hair, brown grubby round face and as she came closer I saw she had a big smelly filthy cast on her left foot. She was hobbling determinedly, something clutched to her chest, one dimple showing in her cheek as her mouth twisted into a little moue. I knew I was staring and my Mom always said not to stare but I couldn’t help it. I got up and when she got close enough I spoke.
Also yes I know my grammar sucks. I know.
And drink more cocoa.
I just fucked up my formatting even worse.
:(
I r made of fail and not win.
So instead I am going to work on this:
While I sat I listened to the sounds of this new neighborhood, laughing people, men speaking Spanish loudly somewhere behind our house, kids whooping and hollering, for the first time I couldn’t hear anger, I didn’t hear fear. I smiled, I didn’t know why I was smiling but, you couldn’t have taken it off with a hammer. Even though my arm was broken and in a by then filthy smelly cast and I couldn’t run to the corner to join the game of hockey going on in the street but I still smiled.
And then I saw her, a little girl walking funny, huge insane hair, brown grubby round face and as she came closer I saw she had a big smelly filthy cast on her left foot. She was hobbling determinedly, something clutched to her chest, one dimple showing in her cheek as her mouth twisted into a little moue. I knew I was staring and my Mom always said not to stare but I couldn’t help it. I got up and when she got close enough I spoke.
Also yes I know my grammar sucks. I know.
And drink more cocoa.