“They Mocked Me as a ‘Charity Case’ at the BBQ — By Morning, Their Empire Was on a 30-Day Clock”

photos decorated my walls. I’d stopped pretending those were memories I wanted to see daily. Instead, I’d filled the space with abstract art from local artists—shapes and colors that meant nothing and everything, that let me project whatever I needed: movement, order, chaos, peace.

Sociologists have a term for children like me: glass children. We’re continue reading …