MM Schreier

I meet my little sister at the gazebo in the garden habitat after school. It isn’t babysitting if I like hanging out with her. “You’re Queen Guinevere. I’m Maid Marion.” Jazmin giggles, oblivious she’s mixed two archaic legends together.  She hands me a crown braided out of Dad’s prized Black-eyed Susans. They’re extinct in the…