My favorite month of the year is October because I love Halloween.
I grew up on Nightmare on Elm Street, the Halloween movies, and all those old monster flicks.
Why do I like the monsters?
I don’t know. Maybe they feel safe. Maybe it’s a place where some monsters aren’t really monsters.
I’ve lost loved ones—uncles, aunts, my grandmother, cousins—since I was a kid.
In a weird way, October feels like their month.
One day, it’ll be my month too—
when the space is put away and the driver is sent back
to wherever I came from.
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