Oluseyi Segun

For Celine

It was the middle of my senior year of college. My parents decided to move down south to retire and were selling our childhood house. I felt a sense of loss that I could not explain. I knew that I was 21, but this house was my history. Where my boyfriend picked me up for my first date. Where I felt safe from the bullying I experienced at school. I would come to this house that my parents were now selling and shed all the hurt that the day brought due to the relentless teasing from my peers due to my big hair and long-limbs. I was an “other” everywhere else in my community but here.