What can be worse than your own child stating: "You didn't make me happy, mommy! You made me sad" First time I heard it it broke my heart in million pieces and felt anxiety creep in slowly but surely. I started to beat myself up feeling guilty about not making her happy enough. See, she…
It's morning. Is she awake? Did I just not hear her? What's the time? Oh, just six am. It's fine. I can sleep at least for another hour or so. Better close my eyes and just sleep. Damn. That neighbor's child screaming now. I cannot not hear it. I wonder what is er problem so…
I don't know where this crazy desire for helping others comes. Maybe from the books I read when I was a teenager, maybe from me wanting to make a change somehow, make a difference wherever I am. But is it good TO HELP OTHERS? Someone once said don't help others unless you are asked to…
Sitting here and sipping my coffee can't help but wonder what being an adult actually is. I remember those teenage years when I kept yelling at my parents that I can't wait to grow up and be my own boss. Do whatever I want whenever I want. Buy whatever I want and also go wherever…
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