I Knew a Girl

Now nobody knows who she is.

Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

I knew a girl who could sell you a LOL but couldn’t tell you how to smile. Not even for a much-needed hug and a couple of hundred thou.

Yet if you asked, she’d tell you she was well — all while going through her own personal version of hell.

One of her kid's fathers was murdered, the other is a murderer in a cell. He did it, he’s guilty and…