The Shape of My Shadow: My freedom, the truth. The Shape of My Shadow (Part 3) – A sterile, dimly lit hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of an EKG monitor fills the silence. Elena lies pale in the bed, an IV line running into her arm. Sandra stands by the window, staring blankly at the floor. Dr. … Read more
The Shape of My Shadow: Chasing my independence. The Shape of My Shadow (Part 2) – Elena stumbled toward the front door, her hands shaking so violently opened the lock. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a deafening roar that drowned out everything but the frantic image of Sandra, who had not answered her calls, and she had … Read more
The Shape of My Shadow: She’s my invisible shackles. The Shape of My Shadow (Part 1) – The smell of burnt garlic rice always woke Elena before the alarm did. From the kitchen of their tiny, rented room, the rhythmic clack-clack of her mother’s worn sandals signaled the start of another day. Sandra’s mother, Elena, … Read more