I think part of my university experience has been trying to find that for myself. To have a moment of deep pride in my accomplishments.
Potted and Buried: A Short Story on Grief By Evee
I drew upon all my knowledge of the winds, sky, temperature, soil, watering schedule, seasonal changes, and I could not think of what could be causing her sorrows.
My Name Is Evee, What’s Yours?
My name is Evee. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.