My nana likes to say that spring brings love. Spring in Garden Heights doesn't always bring love, but it promises babies in the winter.
Funerals aren't for dead people. They're for the living.
That's the problem. We let people say stuff, and they say it so much that it becomes ok to them and normal for us.
Khalil, I'll never forget.
I'll never give up.
I'll never be quiet.