The House I Used to Live In
Glass, Joseph This story begins when I was much older, worlds away from those early years, and I had a daughter of my own.
I'm Miranda, and I'm living a life I've prepared myself. But that life never came. My parents worried about me. So did my teachers. Though the safe path was always right in front of me, I kept veering off it into something which did not seem unknown or perilous until it was too late to prevent the damage.
My aunts and uncles r...