A Piece of Bread
A street vendor, his twin daughters, and one piece of bread Sara couldn't drive past.

He gave them all of it and said he wasn't hungry. Fathers always say that.
Sara
A father splits one piece of bread between his twin daughters.

The roof was half sky. They had made it a home anyway.
Sara
Sara follows him home, to a house the city has forgotten.

Pink. Strawberries. Two beds, side by side. I wrote down every word.
Sara
“So tell me. What would your dream room look like?”

I keep this one closest. Their faces, not the walls.
Sara
But the most beautiful moment is never the house.

They smelled like fresh bread and new paint.
Sara
It's two girls who won't let go.




















