When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.

The book was turned to the page with Anne Frank's name, but what got me about it was the fact that right beneath her name there were four Aron Franks. FOUR. Four Aron Franks without museums, without historical markers, without anyone to mourn them. I silently resolved to remember and pray for the four Aron Franks as long as I was around.

Once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it.

Sunlight feels warm and rough against your skin like a kiss on the cheek from your dad.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

I've gotten really hot since you went blind.