소개
I force my mouth to form a smile, but it is hard to look people in the eyes. I hear my dad's voice whispering, "Eye contact, Anna." But making eye contact means seeing and being seen. I try to avoid it. My head is nodding while my heart screams in disagreement with what is being said, "NO HE IS NOT IN A BETTER PLACE. THIS IS WHERE HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE. THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE THAN RIGHT HERE. WITH US....