Dear Mom
I sat in the Remoshè Café, my eyes glued to the worn wooden floor as if it held the answers to my turmoil. Delilah was across from me, her presence like a storm cloud hanging over my heart. I dared… Leggi tutto »Dear Mom
The First Tears
The day had finally ended. I was so tired, but joyful. I did all my homework and playing in school was fun. Having finally acclimated to my new school environment, I now enjoy a remarkable circle of friends and find… Leggi tutto »The First Tears