Her, for the 100th time : “Mama, look! Look at me, Mama! Look, I can do cartwheels/bend myself like a pretzel/the most difficult ballet pose in the world/hang upside down… Read more »
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…is lonely. Days and nights meld together between its insulating walls. Ghosts of your past life haunt you. They torture you with glimpses of the time before you started living… Read more »
I still remember the gush of cool air on my face and the smoky smell of burning charcoal as the train shunted off. The platform slid out of sight giving way to open rail yards strewn with gigantic metal beams. The city would make a brief appearance before melting into acres of green farmland interspersed with little towns from where kids would wave to us as the train sped past them.
“Do you want some chocolate?”, Appa asks me. We’re shopping at Costco and just like that, I’m a 3-year old holding on to his thumb. I’m still his little girl…. Read more »
“Habla Inglés?” (Do you speak English?)? I asked the taxi driver who drove us from the Madrid airport to our apartment hotel. He didn’t. Not a word. This was our… Read more »