When I Look In The Mirror…
<p>I took deep breaths. With every breath I drew in, a feeble attempt to calm myself, I prayed to God that it wasn’t the breath that caused me to pour over. The breath of the little girl who doesn’t know where to go or what to do cuz the world never gave her enough time to figure it out; I’ve never been, and I don’t think I’ll ever be but to any higher being, any hope left in the world, I clung to it.</p>
<p>A dysfunctional household with language barriers and expectations that would make those walls look small; between doing and translating her parent’s 1040s, her medical history for school records, or filling out her own applications for anything and everything that could give her a better tomorrow, it’s a never-ending fight to get out.</p>
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