Adolescence

“Hurry up and cross the street “, I yelled to my two little sisters as they biked towards me. Hijabs’ flew in the wind on a warm July afternoon; coins jingled in our pockets from scavenging the house for quarters and dimes as we headed to Target. Whenever coming across money, I would pledge to sneak out of the house to buy Sour Patch Kids. They were my favorite candy, a fiesta in my mouth- sweet and sour like adolescence. The sweet childlike innocence of youth reminds me of the sourness of adulthood.

Simple Saturday’s basking in the morning sun with my father. We sat on lounge chairs in the backyard with…