I cry out of happiness.
Seventeen years ago, my mother fought a battle against death himself giving birth to me. The moment I woke up today, I saw a package sitting on my nightstand, wrapped and carefully put in a red bag. I was curious, so I opened it. Surely enough, my mother sent me an iTouch for my birthday. I explained to her that I didn’t need any material items for my birthday. I looked at the card first,...
What you see is reality. What you remember is the illusion.