Inside the mind of an immigrant

When I came to America in 2013, I was fourteen years old and had no knowledge of cultures outside of the one I grew up in. I was naive and used to live in my own little fantasy world. I still kinda do. My made up characters are a better interaction then most real people … Continue reading Inside the mind of an immigrant →

The first time I gave up

The air is so humid that I can barely breathe. Sweat is pouring down my body like a river down a mountain. The electricity has been gone for the past five hours and according to our neighbors, a transformer exploded and it'll take forever to repair it. We've been without electricity before but not for … Continue reading The first time I gave up →