Heritage on the Half-Shell
This is what I remember. I was born. I was in the air upside-down. Someone slapped me on the backside. I felt the sting on my skin. My eyes opened. Through a slant of light between…
This is what I remember. I was born. I was in the air upside-down. Someone slapped me on the backside. I felt the sting on my skin. My eyes opened. Through a slant of light between…