There was a henhouse they showed off, corn fields, a dirt play area. Next, their sad farmhouse—thin carpeting, bad lighting, chipping paint, old Nintendo. We ate spaghetti on Dollar Tree plates. Then they had the audacity to joke about my acne. At least acne improves (though the scars remained).
Chris Deca teaches internationally and has lived in seven countries. His writing draws on travel, education, and life in unexpected places, including a monastery kitchen and a camper.
I don’t know who to feel sorrier for. Beautifully told.
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The description of place says so much!
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This is really good. Enjoyed it.
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Did you intend the narrator’s descriptions of the family’s poverty to reveal something about the narrator’s own character, or primarily to establish the contrast with the acne?
I meant for it to reveal the feelings of a teenager, especially one who has been made fun of.