In All the Light We Cannot See
The house I grew up in was a three-story rowhome that sat at the top of a small hill, one of 10 connected houses that formed a train of homes in the gritty northeast section of Philadelphia. There are still rows and rows of such houses as far as the eyes can see.
My sister, being the only girl, had her own room. I shared a rectangular bedroom with m…
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