There are some memories that stay with you. I vividly recall that day. I was eight-years-old and I was coming out of after school. I was ready. Or…at least I thought I was. My G-d sister, Remy, and I, went to a pharmacy near my elementary school where the deed was to be done.

I sat on a stool waiting.
And then the gun came out. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my ear lobe and it surged throughout my whole head.
“I don’t want to do the other one!” I said running up against the wall of the pharmacy.
“You have to do the other one!” Remy said. “You’re gonna look weird with one earring.”
I waited for my heart to stop racing, and then I closed my eyes…the pain again. But after that…it was done. My ears were pierced.
I didn’t want Samara to go through any of that. So here’s what we did today:
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