Inside the mind of an immigrant
Dear same same I don't remember the first time we met because we were just kids running around in the park trying not to be it But I do remember the times you would call whenever you were free or the times you drove all the way just to see me You got me flowers … Continue reading A Letter to my Husband
I want to be you…. I want to have your hair, your body, your job, your lifestyle. I want to be everything you are or everything you’re pretending to be. Can we exchange lives for a day or two or maybe forever? You could try to be me, and I’ll perfectly fit into your shoes … Continue reading I want to be you…
