"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
Anna O'Neil writes, raises kids, and gets excited about birds. She lives by the motto that "Anything worth doing is worth doing badly," and spends most of her free time trying to figure out what she's supposed to be doing with her free time. You can find her writing at Aleteia, Verily, and Mind&Spirit.
