WARNING: coarse language
MAYA CHAPTER ONE: MOVING
THE PLANE TRIP WAS SLOW AS hell. It took over half گھنٹہ of nonstop boring conversations with my mother and father, and then another two and a half hours of absolute silence between the three of us. I guessed that it was then, after that half hour, that they realized that I was furious with them for dragging me all the way from sunny New Mexico to dreary La Push, Forks, Washington – a city that I didn’t even know existed. Mom کہا that it was so I could connect to our old roots, since her and my father both were born there but, truthfully,...
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