Elizabeth Lim

From knowing that I was about to lose the boy I loved.

I used to pretend quite a bit during the years with my stepmother. . . .” Her voice trailed off. “I pretended I was happy, but I wasn’t. I was miserable.” She swallowed. “I don’t want to pretend anymore

“Find the light that makes your lantern shine,” she used to say. “Hold on to it, even when the dark surrounds you. Not even the strongest wind will blow out the flame.”