i finished my book. it’s a story about my sestras. i call it orphan black.my story is an embroidery with many beginnings and no end. but i will start with the thread of my sestra, sarah, who stepped off a train one day and met herself.
“I really would say, I mean, at this point I feel like Obama is definitely the most, the biggest celebrity in the world at this point, and also… It’s funny you said, you know, it’s funny because I say that because he’s the most known, but I don’t really think we really know who the most powerful political animal really is.”
I think what kills me most is knowing I will never have a chance to ask you questions about us. I so desperately wish I could ask you why you don’t love me. Why am I not good enough? Why don’t you see everything I’ve given up to make you happy?