Tag: A Quiet Summer

I was seventeen—old enough to crave freedom, young enough to be unsettled by silence.   When my family left for Canada without me that summer, the house felt enormous. Every sound echoed. Even the clock felt loud. I worked mornings at a grocery store, ate microwaved dinners, and slept with the radio on just to…

I was seventeen, old enough to taste freedom but still young enough to fear the quiet.   The summer my family left for Canada without me, our house felt larger than it ever had—rooms echoing, clocks ticking too loudly, and nights stretching thin. They were supposed to be gone seven days. I worked mornings at…