Inside the mind of an immigrant
I’ve lost track of how many pranks I’ve played on my dad, and I can say proudly that majority of them took a weird turn. I remember one time I saw this challenge online where you randomly go up to your dad and say, ‘I love you.’ Now that’s not something I would say all … Continue reading Undeniable love
We're six people, and we live in a two apartment bedroom. My dad drives a taxi and he works twelve hours each day to make ends meet. I work part time and I'm looking for a full time job. My older brother temporarily drives an Uber and he's saving money to pay for a certification … Continue reading Making ends meet
The white-hot chocolate seems bland. It's mixed with cups of sugar but my tongue can't seem to hold onto the taste.The cup is warm, and I wrap my fingers around it to take away the coldness of winter.Part of me is wishing I didn’t come, but that other part of me, the curious one is … Continue reading The first date
I'm anti-social. Sometimes. Depending on the people and the circumstance and the time and space and the atmosphere. I'm semi anti-social or partial anti-social. Or maybe 3/4th anti-social. Or maybe 1/4th anti-social. But the point is that I'm anti-social regardless of how non-anti-social I want to be. I get nervous around people I'm not used … Continue reading Being Anti-social
Why is it that sometimes… no matter how many mountains I climb, or how many oceans I sail, or how many bridges I burn I don’t see myself the way I want to. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to rise to a place where I want to be. It’s like the … Continue reading Needing Validation