THE NARRATIVE ARC

I Woke Up With a Needle in My Eye

I manifested my greatest fear into reality

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If memories could have a taste, my childhood summers tasted of strawberry daiquiri mix and cheesecake. Every Friday, Mom took my siblings and me to our neighbor’s house where the grown-ups drank their daiquiris, ate their cheesecake, and caught up on the neighborhood gossip.