A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
My Neighborhood
My Neighborhood
By: Hailey Monroy
No communication with parents ,
No “How was your day ?”questions
Only a phone in their hand, waiting
for a message of their friends.
How did we get to this ?
Did we ever
expect us to be like this ?
ever?
There is no yelling
“taaaggg!”
There is no more flowers in the
back yard , waiting for a sip
of water.
-Hailey Monroy.