A house fire. Her parents were gone.
Chance, her little brother, was left in her possession.
Thinking he would have a better life, she left him on a doorstep in the city.
She lives and roams throughout the city of New York in the 1960s. Deaf. Alone.
She sculpts what she sees and how she feels out of materials in an old junkyard.
A strong vibration startled me into waking. Quickly, I sat up in bed and opened one groggy eye.
For one long second, I gazed emptily at bright red flames and felt the edge of my bed, drawn to the strong vibration caused by a sound that could only be a fire alarm.
It took me 2 seconds to register what was happening.