The Last Summer IV
Continues...... The first summer in the U.S was the last summer that I ever looked forward to. It was in the summer As our life in the U.S. began to take shape. Along with the sweat that began forming on top of our upper lip, a few precious words began unraveling from abstract to meaningful. Our little house of horrors was located on 55th street. The kids on 55th street were swarming the street with their delightful cries of joy and screams of discomfort. We sat by the sideline and watched.... Sign in to see full entry.