Excerpt from “Another Story of Hello's and Goodbyes” Ella My story begins in Battersea. Above the din of cars, mixed with barks from caged dogs, and exhaust fumes. Above screams for child support and swollen eyes. My story begins behind closed doors, behind furrowed brows, behind creased foreheads and crow's feet not made from laughing. Behind chipped nails and hard perfume, tight tops and clackin...