18: Others

Anyra

I sit at the kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee in my hands. I hold the mug close to my body, letting the coiling steam rise from the rim and onto my face as I hunch down to take a sip.

I don’t need the added energy. I already feel like a thousand volts of electricity are being shot through my veins, but the aroma of fresh coffee settles my mind with thoughts of comfort.

My mom appears in front of me and sets a single cupcake on the ...