I pushed the door open, and what I discovered inside was unreal.

The room was packed with old photographs, letters, and

I always knew I was different.

Not like the other cats. They would play with their prey—chasing, pouncing, making a game of it.

"the journey is bigger than the destination,"

but what works for me is this: a feeling.

Back in high school, I spread a rumor to get back at someone who was misgendering me.

I told people she was dating her cousin.

An elf loved his pet ant.

He tried to feed him the best he could.