Like a child learning the world through the eyes of their carer, Mama taught me how to chase freedom, how to remain curious, adventurous, and soft in a world that tries so hard to harden you.
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Still Living In That House
Writer’s Note This piece is part memory, part feeling, and part search. It is not a linear story. It moves like memory does; fragmented, circular, sometimes clear and sometimes smudged. I wrote this not because I have answers but because I needed space for the … Continue reading Still Living In That House
Unfinished Rooms 