"Ben! Ben, get the door!" My step-dad called, his voice as rough as sandpaper. I hated when he called me Ben. He knew that I was transgender, that I was no longer his step-son, I was his step-daughter now. And I preferred to be called Bella, but he was arrogant as ever.
I grumbled and got up, when I reached the door, and peeked through the little eye hole, there was a package on the carpet outside our tiny apartment. Undoing the three locks on the door, I was half hoping it was the package I ordered a couple weeks ago. The last lock clicked and I flung open the door and picked up the package.
Bella Sonority, was written in loopy black pen on top of a plain cardboard box. I sat down at the island bench in the kitchen and tenderly pulled off the letter, sticky-taped to the box. The envelope was a creamy white.
Dear Bella,
The box contains every thing you will need on your journey,
Stay safe.
Mum xox
My heart raced as I read the message. My mother... it was impossible... how? She died 5 months ago.
