Kara squirmed. The pew was hard and rigid, but that wasn’t the main reason that she was uncomfortable. She glanced nervously around the sanctuary and tugged at the top of her shirt. It wasn’t that she disliked church. It was just the awkwardness that she didn’t enjoy. She had spent way too many Sunday afternoons … Continue reading Home (Part 2 of 2)
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Marks of Hope
I thought it would get easier as time went by. But I’m still a freak show. Children point and whisper, a few even whimper and begin to cry. Sometimes people laugh and crack cruel jokes. Most just walk past quickly with their heads down and pretend not to have seen me. Everywhere I go, the store, the movies, church even, I’m an outcast – avoided and overlooked. I make people uncomfortable by the skin that I’m forced to live in every moment of every day.
