Inside the mind of an immigrant
The pillows you’ve cried onhave had your backthan most people you know Isn’t it weird how the people you need the most in your life when you’re going through rough times, are the first ones to leave you? And sometimes the people you love, and trust are the first ones to break you. People who … Continue reading Being broken or breaking…
“It’s our anniversary,” she says so softly over the phone that I can barely hear her. “That’s amazing! Are you gonna celebrate?” I ask trying to sound gleeful even though it’s 4 am in the morning, and I’m sleepy. She doesn’t say anything and all I hear is her uneven breathing. “I’ve wasted eighteen years … Continue reading Wrenched anniversary
