It is 6:30 a.m. as I write this. I just threw up.
It started over the weekend when my cousins came. My cousin Levi had thrown up that day. We should have known better, but what could we do? My cousins live in Grand Rapids. That’s four hours from where we live.
On Sunday night (Levi had left by this time), my mom began to feel nauseous. When we got home from church, she threw up. Then my little bother Matthew got sick. Then my dad.

Good question. Who am I? Let's explore.

My name is Amara; I'm enduring my 16th year; I live in Oklahoma with two parents and four younger siblings. That's me in a nutshell... but I wonder. Is that really me?

I've told you a little of the real me already. I get quite a kick out of turning simple things - such as an introduction to myself - into deep discussions. I generally carry out these conversations in the privacy of my own mind, but sometimes a line or a phrase escapes my lips and I get a few weird looks.