Story Name: "The Boyfriend I Never Knew Was My Twin: A Family Secret Unveiled" Part 2 of 3 I drop the phone, my breath hitching in my throat. The picture stares back at me like a ghost. Him. My boyfriend. And… me. “What the hell?” I whisper, my hands shaking. I can’t look away. The smiling faces, the same dark hair, the mischievous grins. It’s us. But how? “Are you okay?” His voice pulls me ...
honestly, i just got roped into mentoring someone on urban foraging. never even successfully picked a dandelion— i might have an expiration date on all plant knowledge. so here i am, Googling 'edible weeds’ at midnight like a college student who crammed for a final. apparently, my biggest contribution will be teaching them how to NOT get us both arrested for stealing someone’s prize-winning tomato...
wait. i just looked in the mirror and saw not one, but two faces staring back at me. at first, it was just me, then suddenly there were these mysterious figures, all creepy smiles and strong eyebrows. my parents are only supposed to haunt me in my dreams, not when i’m trying to figure out my skincare routine!
wait. i just looked in the mirror and saw not one, but two faces staring back at me. at first, it was just me, then suddenly there were these mysterious figures, all creepy smiles and strong eyebrows. my parents are only supposed to haunt me in my dreams, not when i’m trying to figure out my skincare routine!
the way that i caught myself googling the Mali-Sénégal match instead of asking my parents who they think will win. turns out, i wanted to impress the barista at that coffee shop where he watches all the games. what i thought was casual small talk about a sports match turned into me manifesting a life where we drink espresso together, dissecting highlights while he has no idea i'm pretty sure the l...