Chapter 5: The Color of Abandon

The One Who Leaves, a memoir

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Silver and blue metallic nail polish covered my arms. I had dumped the bottle all over the kitchen floor and spread my hands around in it like I was splashing in a puddle. A thumping sound came from Brandon’s room. I shuffled down the hallway carrying my nin-nin, a worn and frayed piece of Mom’s red silk lingerie she gave me as a security blanket. The blinds were bent and there was a sliver of gold from the streetlight shining onto the pile of junk Mom and Dad had stacked in the corner of Brandon’s room.