I wouldn't have found them if my godmother didn't look like the spitting imagine of my mother. There were only materialistic differences between the two, and I contemplated them as I neared the small family of three, congregated at the airport arrivals, clutching a sign with the name Laura Walker on it.
Where my mother has thongs and Converse, this woman had sandals and Sperry's. Where my mother had cutoff jeans, this woman has corduroy and khaki mid thigh shorts. Where my mother had crew necks and muscle tees, this woman had blouses. Where my mother wore dark, this woman wore neon. Finally, where my mother had a casual up do and a makeup free face, this woman had a cake face and styled ringlets. Stepping in front of them, their expressions all altered to different variations of shock.
"It's Larkin."
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Chasing Rainbows
Ficțiune adolescențiLarkin Katherine Walker has lived a long, tragic life. At the age of twenty, the past five years have slipped by without her living them at all. So what is she going to do about it? After all, going after happiness is like chasing a fucking rainbow...
