Octama
Octama is a woman who looks like a saint, thinks like a god, and talks like someone who was born in a bar and raised by swear words. She’s got eight sides of talent and the kind of stubbornness that could move mountains.
She told my mom she was ‘a woman who could’ve been a saint if she didn’t eat too much pie.’
She gave me advice while wearing pajamas and eating cereal.
She said my life was ‘a disaster with a side of drama.’