“You two would make the cutest kids,” the nurse said.

She asked if I had children. I gave my usual answer. Maybe this time, I said, “Not yet.” This was pretty early on. I imagined the cute, mixed-race children my husband and I would make....

The Things I Don’t Want to Talk About, Even Now as I Tell You This

December. I am turning five years old (I think). We are having a party for my birthday. My dad rented out part of a resort. Loot bags, each waiting to be taken home by a party guest, stand neatly arranged in rows, like soldiers on a training field. 

Nia McCash

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