I love Sheila more than she knows. I love her shrieking voice, her penguin-like waddle, her olive skin, her floppy boobs, and her boundless kindness. I loved her on that bus to Kotahena. Asleep on my shoulder on that train to Badulla. In the back of that taxi cradling baby Garfield. For the years she put up with med. For the years she left me alone.
— Apr 09, 2012 12:56AM
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