Part IV: Trailers, Tents and Castles
The storm’s in full swing. With every flash of lightning, I marvel at the room. For me, who grew up in trailers and tents (only during dry season, obviously – nobody’d survive a storm like this in a tent), it looks like a fairy tale castle. I’m not supposed to know about fairy tales. But I don’t see what damage they’d cause, when all my people do is read stories in an old book of prophets and kings. I’m tired of their rules, and I’m sick of being treated like a sign from above just because I survived a storm once.