When I was probably around nine years old, I really wanted to go to my friend’s birthday party, and I asked my mom, but she told me no. I kept asking my mom why, and in my nine-year-old mind, she could not give me a good enough reason as to why I could not go to the party. See my parents are from Haiti, and they held a superstition that…
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The Road to Nowhere
So…I wrote this blog post 4 years ago on my old blog and I was like wow. Thought I would share again. Ok so it’s a Friday evening and I should probably be doing other things, but my need to write is insatiable. As I…