To the Ones who Birthed our Existence with Purpose

To the Ones who Birthed our Existence with Purpose

In the four corners of a well-lighted room with a dusted chalk board and seatmates fully immersed in their daydreams, there is one shone figure — a nurturing character to some, and a perpetually unsung hero to many. Their strict demeanors conceal a sheath of hope, a...
Breathing in a Crowded Place

Breathing in a Crowded Place

Back then, I thought I had already seen the kind of life I wanted to live. I thought it was the life that many people would look up to. When they passed me by, they would think, “She must be having a wonderful life.” They say that high school is one of the happiest...