One Last Rain!

The house is heavy with grief.¬†Twisting an escaping strand of my curled hair in my finger, I bite my lower lip to stop myself from getting emotional.¬†Outside, as I hear thunder, a sudden smile of secrecy escapes my pursed lips. Abandoning my family in time of their need, I take one step back, listening to…


“Dear Diary! All of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that is who I am. This day is when many embark on new journeys. Some start small time resolutions, some quit unhealthy habits and practices….