Life lessons My Purpose of Writing My intention in sharing my experiences is not to self-promote, increase my follower count, or make it...

( continued from part 8 ) Epilogue The next few months, many things happened that changed our family and, of course, my own life -...

( continued from part 7 ) Gossip from a distance When both my mother and sister realized that I was in the room, they didn't display any...

( continued from part 6 ) Unlike how others would see me, I wouldn't consider myself an introvert, ' preferring to concentrate on inner...

( continued from part 5 ) On the way back home This ride turned out to be one of the shortest yet most significant of my life! After...

( continued from part 4 ) What a surprise! After months of longing to see her once more, heartbeat was understandably running too fast, I...

( continued from part 3 ) Dealing with problems As a human being, I had to cope with all my problems, find a way to handle them, and live...

( continued from part 2 ) At home, alone As I reluctantly made my way home, everything appeared to be unchanged from the outside....

( continued from ) Two Strangers On a bus On one cold evening after a day at work, I waited for the bus to take me back home. The...

Some Background Not many of us were born into wealth, living in tidy and well organized households, wearing the latest designer fashion, posessing modern gadgets, and driving around in cars gifted by parents on their adult birthdays. In contrast, I was 'fortunate' enough to grow up in a broken and quarreling family with parents unable to provide a home, earn a decent living and, worst of all, failed to build a functional family. Both of my parents were children of World War I