Amanda Padró
Joined February 2021
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A Brooklyn girl with a penchant for fiction writing and painting.
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Legacy
Desiree couldn’t remember Oba’s hands anymore. It’d been too long since she held them, and the memory of their shape and weight was beginning to fade from her mind. In an effort to combat the emptiness that washed over her, she grasped her right hand and cradled it gently. Closing her eyes to savor the touch, she thought—these are Oba’s hands, and she uttered the words beneath the flickering streetlight near Ray’s Café.
By Amanda Padró3 years ago in Families