Alyssa Carson
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From the Lower West Side
Youngest of five, Maryam grew up in the lower west neighborhood, the one no one makes it out of. She now filled the space of her childhood home in a way she had never before. Her brother sat across the room, arms folded defensively, and mouth formed in a pout. Maryam sighed to herself and crossed into the kitchen, grabbing her now cold tea. Her other siblings still lived in the area, the oldest two, including the one across the room she was now speaking to, moving back in after some troubles with the law or their partner or debt. She couldn’t keep it straight. Maryam was the only one who left, attending a faraway university, barely holidng on by scholarship and student loans. Despite her financial instability, she kept her vow she made at age eighteen to never come back to the lower west neighborhood. Yet, here she was, setting her tea down on the coffee table. There was still a carving of her initials on the corner which she remembered getting into deep trouble for. This was her home for so long. Now, it was a foreign space. One in which she didn’t belong.
By Alyssa Carson5 years ago in Families
