Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.

Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

She hadn’t meant to get trapped in a conversation. That was the trouble with offering help to old people.

Write like it matters, and it will.

I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?

She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.

Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.