The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
My brain could only handle so much of the stress, and sometimes my efforts at containment failed.
One time, while picking up groceries, the curbside pickup associate, a young woman who was aggressively adorable and chipper and absolutely oblivious, asked for my ID. “Oh, I love your name! Joooooy! It’s so pretty!”
“Thank you,” I said. “It’s….” She waited for my answer, a placid look on her face, not rushing me. “It’s hard to live up to sometimes.”
She tilted her head, her smile drooping as her chin puckered. “Noooooo, don’t say that. That can’t be true?”
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