It was Thanksgiving break, and my house smelled like cinnamon from my mom’s monkey bread in the oven. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, crying — well more like hysterically sobbing. My cousins were in town. We went to a play later that night where my uncle walked up to me, hugged me and asked what had been bothering me that afternoon. “Just a problem with a friend.” To read more, click the link in bio. #storybylarkinbrundige #pagedesignbyclaraburdick #photobymaggiecondon #socialmediabyclaraburdick