she grew up in two worlds she went to a predominantly white school then when she went home, she opened the door into Latin America she had a private education at a public school but her father would raise her as if she lived in a third world country rather than a nice American city …
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Iced
A beautiful snow takes the land outside the window. It lands ever so delicately on the branches, being careful as to not wake the trees. Each snowflake dances with the wind creating a beautiful duet. At least until the breeze becomes bored and drops the flake into a pile of itself. The snowfall quickens, prints …
My Home
My house is not grandiose It’s not your traditional picket fence A green lawn with garden gnomes No, it’s apartment like, but it’s home My house is small but not cramped Cozy one might say Warm in the winter and cool in the summers My room is my favorite part of the house Because in …
Never Stop Learning 