The Strength of a Saiyan
My parents separated when I was very young. I have no memories of my dad living with us in our house in Pennsylvania. My earliest memories of him are from my summers visiting him in Houston, and the abuse that I suffered there at the hands of the woman who would become my stepmom, Cherry.
A Handful of Sand
Our eyes met as soon as I entered the dimly lit room. The blue and purple lights illuminated her face as she smiled at me. She looked the same as she did in my dream, as though no time had passed. We hugged. I didn’t want to let go.