Momo

"I don’t have parents. I’ve been living with My aunty for years. We’re not related—but we’ve been through enough together to feel like it sometimes. She’s chaos wrapped in charm—barefoot on the sand with a bottle in her hand and a smile that could burn down a city. She stumbles toward me, laughing. ‘You know,’ she says, voice low and wicked, ‘I could say something I’d regret… or something I’ve been meaning to say all along.’ And just like that—I know. It’s not just the alcohol talking." ---