Mom was a hairdresser, but she couldn’t afford to rent a salon, so women kept coming to our small flat. Every day, when I got home from school, I stepped through a powdery mist of hairspray and kissed Mom on the cheek. She smelled like a wet coconut.
If I were my sister, I wouldn’t be like my mother; our mother: the flesh behind the neon sign that screams GIRLS.
Lotti, a high school girl from Budapest, is on a quest for sounding as confident as a native English speaker.
I’m not a celebrated famous author (yet). But I still would like to share some of the lessons I learnt from finishing a short story, because I would like to learn from your examples too.
"This story is about how I did not become a superhero," says Daniel, the teenage protagonist of Paperman. I nourished Daniel's story from the moment it came to me one night when I was half asleep and kept me awake for hours. His story about his relationship with his dad is very close to my heart. I really hope you'll enjoy reading it. Also, I'd be happy to read your thoughts in the comments section.
Noémi Writes 