Ever Since I Was a Little Girl

By Aissa Martell

Photo by Piotr Makowski on Unsplash

The first to arrive is Julia, I know her, she wears bright red lipstick and her hair is the color of the night sky. She looks like a porcelain doll, like the ones in the glass cabinets at my friend Beth’s house. One that will never crack is what my mom says. Julia comes from what my mother calls hill billies. I don’t know what those are but Julia sometimes talks real slow, and her words have a…