To My Sister, With Love.

I wouldn’t call my sister my best friend. Nope. We’ve constantly fought all through our teens. We’d be at each other’s throats over the silliest of things and stay mad at each other for days. I’ve seen my parents fret and despair, wondering if we’d ever bond as siblings. Surprisingly, all those silly wars did … Continue reading To My Sister, With Love.

The Loveliness of Innocence.

How would you define the innocence of childhood? Perhaps it is the laughter of a young child at play, singing and dancing, as if no one was watching. Or the ability to speak your mind out without any pretense or sugar-coating, unmindful of the consequences . Or the blind trust in the goodness of people. … Continue reading The Loveliness of Innocence.