Still at Your Door: A Fictional Memoir by Emma Eden Ramos
Publisher: Writers AMuse Me Publishing
Published: February 22nd 2014
YA - Sabrina "Bri" Gibbons has only a few short minutes to pack her things and help her sisters pack theirs before running with their mother to the bus that will whisk them away from Butler, Pennsylvania, an abusive relationship, and a secret that none of them wish to acknowledge. She was not prepared, though, for her mother to drop them on the streets of New York with the promise that she would be right back. Haunted by the sight of her mother running back to the cab, Bri, with Missy and Grace in tow, settles in with her grandparents. Thoughts of her present and her future collide with memories of her past, her dead father, and her mother's bizarre episodes. She watches her sisters struggle with school and acceptance, all the while knowing the lack of any sense of security will make it impossible for them to carry on as 'normal' children. She finally lets her guard down enough to allow someone else in and sees a faint glimmer that her dreams might be attainable. Disaster strikes again, this time targeting her sister. Is it possible for Bri to find that balance between her dreams and her families realities?
Emma Eden Ramos is a writer and student from New York City. Her middle grade novella, The Realm of the Lost, was recently published by MuseltUp Publishing. Her short stories have appeared in Stories for Children Magazine, The Storyteller Tymes, BlazeVOX Journal, and other journals. Ramos' novelette, Where the Children Play, is included in Resilience: Stories, Poems, Essays, Words for LGBT Teens, edited by Eric Nguyen. Three Women: A Poetic Triptych and Selected Poems (Heavy Hands Ink 2011), Ramos' first poetry chapbook was shortlisted for the 2011 Independent Literary Award in Poetry. Emma studies Psychology at Marymount Manhattan College. When she isn't writing or studying Emma can usually be found drinking green tea and reading on her Kindle.
I hold tight to my memories of the solid years. Each one is a crystal vase filled to the brim with brightly colored petals. Summer, '99: Missy is five, I'm six. We're vacationing at Virginia Beach with Mom and Dad. Mom wears a black one-piece, a white sun hat and no sunscreen. Her lanky, bronzed legs shimmer under the fiery rays, but it's all well and good. "Gypsy skin," she explains, lathering up my little sister. "You and I have it." She winks at me. "Missy here's more like Daddy." In front of us. Dad talks to a blonde boy with a surfboard. He turns to us and beckons. I jump to my feet, eager to hit the waves. "Sabrina." Mom presses her leathery palms against my cheeks. "Bri-bear." She kisses my nose. "Go on." I grab Missy's hand and we scamper toward the great salt pond, ready for Dad to scoop us up and wade us through.
Another summer, many years later. Missy and I come across what looks like a secret stash of sea glass. We collect the emerald green fragments just as a mother-sized wave unfurls to scoop them back up. The edges have been smoothed over, calmed. I slide my index finger across one side of the largest piece. Missy stands next to me, peering out toward the horizon. I turn to her, the glass held tightly in my fist. Before I can begin, she says, "Water life is easier."
"Huh?" I stare down at the rushing waves. A thick clump of seaweed tickles my ankle.
Missy seizes a shard from her stash and flings it. The water swallows the glass whole. There's no resistance on either side. "It wasn't ready." She shakes her head.
"What does that mean?" I ask. "How is water life easier?"
"I don't know. I guess...you go in jagged. You're jagged when you go in but smooth when you come out."
Trying to understand, I scrutinize my sister's profile. I recognize our mother in her pronounced cheekbones, her long black lashes.
"But not us." Missy speaks to the open water. I just happen to be standing by. "We come in soft, without edges. Those come later."
"You mean we get jagged with age?"
"Yes." Missy's eyes grow big. She cocks her head to one side, then turns to meet my gaze. "That's what happens to us."
Ten Things You Didn't Know About the Author by Books for Birds
1. She speaks French
2. She loves The Velvet Underground
3. Her favorite city is Dublin
4. She hopes to make it to Finland in the next year
5. She is of Polish, Mexican and German descent
6. Her favorite food is Mexican food
7. She is a chai tea fanatic
8. She loves Alfred Hitchcock films
9. She hates shopping for clothes
10. She collects postcards