Zoya’s Christmas


December 12, 2017 by Patrick Starks


They say when you grow old, that you forget the person you were before, the innocents you once had. However, my sister Zoya would remind that such sayings were just taboo for the ones that needed an excuse—an excuse for their hatred of the world, but more so their pain. It was just two days away from Christmas and I was already exhausted by anything that had the meaning of jolly behind it, but Zoya would then tell me of a story—about the little girl ghost next to her side, when she turned forty. Continue reading