it was a summer of firsts. first crush or something like that. i'm still not sure if it qualifies as a crush. first shooting star and i didn't make a wish because i knew better than to believe that wishes on a star come true. and yet i marveled like a little girl thinking that God planned that moment to tell me that He loved me. first time singing in front of others i had practiced all day but when the moment came my hands were shaking and so was my voice. Bruna held my hand and the sweetest sound came from my mouth. i blushed as everyone smiled. it was the first time in a long time that i felt like i belonged that i felt i was real that i felt i was me.
A poem about my unforgettable experience in Luethi-Peterson Camps the summer of 2013.