Most days, I act like a fake mom. And I’m good at it, too.
My Life With...
When asked to write my full name, I am always tempted to include the “ę” in Siębor.
“Are you okay?” The Hispanic woman wearing a disposable medical apron asks me as she comes back into the x-ray check-up room after scanning my braces. No.
As a kid, I always covered my hands under layers of oversized and long-sleeved shirts, making sure that they were hidden from the gaze of the world.