After reading the novel, Rebecca, I’ve always imagined meeting a handsome widower like Maxim de Winter who would sweep me off my feet. Then, I’d chide myself for having such foolish thoughts.
I gaze across the river at the Statue of Liberty. I was 9 when my family and I came to America from Liberia. We’ve been here for ten years now and life hasn’t been easy but it’s better than what we’ve left behind.
I turn to leave and walk smack into someone. Mortified, I start to apologize but his handsome face and steely blue eyes render me tongue-tied.