I Bought a Dress for a Girl I Met at a Flea Market – The Next Day There Was a Knock at My Door and I Froze
Some days feel like a running tally of what’s broken—dripping faucets, crumpled permission slips, bills in ominous envelopes, leftovers no one wants. And then there are the quieter pockets of time that remind me why I keep going. I work at a tiny home goods shop wedged between a bakery and a nail salon. I … Read more