January 2017

I was born and I died. I will come back. Somewhere, you see, in the river of time, I am already alive.
Has this always been our family’s fate? To begin together in a few years of happiness only to break into so many shards? Reaching out my hand in the dark again, I hold my sister’s wrist. This wrist– this small
This is my sister’s nature. But I want to tell her: In the next life, yes, we can both go wherever we please. In the next life, we will be free and safe and happy. We will grow under our
To my family, strive to be in community, so that when this day comes, you will not feel like you have been undone.