Resisting Boundaries
"Nice bed."
"Everything here is nice." Then she smiled and sat beside him, her hand on his lap, "unlike back home."
Jacob scoffed, "the orphanage was barely home. After you left, the rest of us did, in a way."
Joanna nodded. Back home, in Nigeria, the orphanage had been both bliss and torture for them. Jericho state orphanage had a rule, if the child had no name or known identity he or she was given any name that began with the letter J and that was it. Her first year at the orphan, she couldn't remember as she was dropped as a new born with no letter, necklace or item. She was the naked, screaming baby in a brown box. The sisters at the institution told them their origin story as they calle
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