I don’t know how to deal with death ( Read more... )

My mom moved to another country when I turned two years old. I don’t recall the actual event.

But more on that later…

Right now I want to write about my sister…

She is the one person in the world I hate the most yet I love her more than I could ever hate her… most of the time. Today I cried again over some nonsensical comment she made. She ( Read more... )

As far back as I can remember my life's momentum was set in motion when I was two years old.

But first a little about myself:

I lived in a third world country. I lived there with my mom, dad and my two older sisters. We lived there as refugees even though my sisters and I had been born there we weren’t citizens. We lived as best we could. My ( Read more... )