It’s 22:22 in Nicaragua. Two hours before the East Coast in the United States. Here, I came in a class trip to learn about globalization with 15 other students. Mind you, these other 15 students, I have no clue who they are. I suck at making new friends and I could never speak correctly. I … More Making New Friends
May 14, 2:30, was the time it slipped away. Many of you are wondering what slipped away, but I am going to tell you in a minute. It’s Mother’s Day and everyone is going flower shopping, fruit basket shopping or teddy bear shopping. All the bodegas, supermarkets, flower shops get more money on Mother’s Day. … More When It Slipped Away
This is the month, a very important month to me. Hear it, May, a syllable with three letters that means so much to me. I get excited everytime I cross out the days that pass by and see that fewer days are left. There’s just one thing, I am scared. I shouldn’t be scared at … More The Days Are Getting Closer
Time is not stopping. My fingers get cold when I am alone, my body starts to sink in and my face starts to turn blue. I feel like I am dead but I am not dead. I’m just dead to the feeling of finally rising. I don’t want to rise just yet, I still want … More Get Ready…Get Set…Don’t Go
This story is a sequence to “An Early Sunday Morning” because I have to explain both tragedies. Naming cars wasn’t apart of my thing. I never wouldve thought that I would have a car or more importantly, never would have thought we could afford another car. The reason I say that is because lots of … More An Early Sunday Morning
You might think I am talking about a person. Plot twist: it’s about dogs. Dogs give unconditional love When I turned three, my mom moved me to another babysitter, frightened because of what had happened before in an old house with people my mom thought she could trust until my dad suspected and witnessed something … More Unconditional Love
my heart flourishes when you’re around me it opens up the second you speak, then grows flowers over my body and through my body my mind examines everything I touch, everything I feel and everything I see becomes another file in my brain my voice is hidden, but when you’re here I can never stop talking … More Are You Real?