STORIES / Okara’shòn:’a
His name is George
Meeting the family was overpowering, because the first year was beautiful, like a pink cloud. Then life struck, and that’s how I retreated into my own problems. From there, we kind of drifted.
We don’t even need words
When I'm talking with others, telling a story, I might ask, “Do you get what I’m saying?” Usually, people will sit there and sort of go, “Yeah,” but you’re not really sure that they get it.