Bri Rhode

“She told me once, a long time ago, that that recital might have been her very first memory—only, she doesn’t remember the recital itself. She remembers me. She has a vivid recollection of me rising to my feet in a sea of people, shouting like a maniac, calling her name and cheering her on. She also remembers what I told her when she got scared. The thing about being brave. She said she’s kept those words with her all her life, clinging to them tightly whenever she has felt afraid.”
― Jennifer Hartmann, June First