I have a picture of my childhood where my mom is cleaning a fish in our backyard and I'm sitting beside her, playing with the bloodied water. I was barely over a year old. Now I'm 27 and I have lost 90% of my thrill, my wonder and my charm! Looking back, the journey from… Continue reading Growing up
I would stop to look at the house often and every day it would look different. As if it had a new emotion. It had also become a part of my routine... waiting in front of the house to get a glimpse of her. Missya.