Fatima, 17, Donee

Monday. Breakfast. Seven am. Fatima had a choice of muesli or yogurt. She sighed and took the yogurt. It was smooth and creamy, but she’d had it so many times before she could¬†already taste the bland vanilla. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had something different. It was always muesli or yogurt.¬†She supposed she … More Fatima, 17, Donee