Some like it, because it owns beauty. Some avoid it, because it is straightforward. Some even want to break it. I look in the mirror thousands of times before I go out. I adjust my makeup on my face so many times. Why can’t I get the look I want? This could ruin my whole new day. What you see in the mirror is your shadow.
I like to think about the scars on both the outside and inside of my body as tattoos—but with a better story. They may not be made out of ink, but they are made of something even greater: flesh and emotions. The scars on my body always show me that I have lived, but the scars on my heart show me that I have loved.
My mother always says, “The ones who persevere until the end will triumph.”
But what does she mean by that?
Does that mean putting up with anything that we don’t want?
Waiting patiently for the miracle that changes everything?
Sometimes we need to quit in order to persevere.
I love you
without knowing how
or when or where,
Life is like a storm
When wind gusts blow up
My old shelter breaks into pieces
This is Annette. Thanks for inviting me into your home and for being my best friend. First, I want you to know that I had a good mother. She raised me by herself because my father abandoned the family. I grew up without a dad in my life. When I really needed a dad to talk to, he was nowhere to be found.
I never went to high school, but I passed the TASC exam and received my High School Equivalency diploma in 2017. In New York, there are programs offering a chance to acquire HSE credentials to someone who hasn’t been able to complete high school. That is, if you can pass all five tests, including reading, writing, social studies, science, and mathematics. The program I joined was founded by a 92-year-old man who had two teachers and a receptionist working with him. Approximately 30 students studied there.
This is a sad story, and it might leave a hole in my heart forever. I’ll call her A. We had been working at the same company headquarters in China for five years. However, we never got to know each other and were both transferred to New York City. During the first five months I worked here, we were nothing but coworkers.
I love Africa. I do not remember when our relationship was born. I grew up watching documentaries and reading encyclopedias. I viewed images of famine, Mandela free, and I was transported and dreamed, thanks to the magic of landscapes, colors, music, and chants. My native Mexico has some people with African origins, but we do not talk about it a lot. I was so happy to meet and learn more from the African people after my arrival in Paris.
The winds of fall strongly blew down many yellow maple leaves. I quickly ran out of the train station. I was worried I wouldn’t catch the bus. Suddenly, a familiar body was walking at my side.
Maybe eating tacos wasn’t cheating on my diet.
Maybe going on a diet was cheating on my tacos.
When I get old, I will live in my own house and enjoy the peacefulness of life.
When I get old, I will stop leading a busy life and leisurely garden in my backyard.
When I get old, I will keep learning new things and make my old life full of freshness every day.
I have many experiences of saying goodbye to my dad and brothers when they were dying. During these difficult times, even when sad emotions stir in your heart, you should put on a peaceful face and allow time to pass. Saying goodbye becomes very serious and hits hard in those moments.