Hey, I hope you are reading this. It's a few months before your 25th birthday and you are laying in bed trying hard not to cry. Do you remember this moment? Your birth certificate is on the bed next to you, crumpled from where you had hastily pulled it from it's hiding place in that … Continue reading #25: Dear 30 year old Me (Letter project and Prompt #12)
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#24: Dear S.B.
Dear S.B. I'm astounded every time my mind wanders back to you, and the bullshit that you put me through the short time that I worked for you. Hell, I can't even look at a Red Cross sign, or ad, without feeling a deep bitterness that really should solely be relegated to you; because I … Continue reading #24: Dear S.B.
#20: To the People Who Ask Me About 9/11,
To the People Who Ask Me About 9/11: It has been over 10 years since I learned the full damage pure hatred can cause. I was 13 years old, a high school freshman, and although I already was acquainted with issues related to hatred and violence, nothing could have prepared me for that day. I … Continue reading #20: To the People Who Ask Me About 9/11,
#19: Dear Soha,
Dear Soha, I adore you. I don't know how else to describe it, but I simply adore you. I love your thirst to learn more about the United States as you settle into your new existence so far from your homeland. I envy you actually, because as hard as it is to adapt to a … Continue reading #19: Dear Soha,
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