Before I could get better though, I got worse.
Hey guys, notice anything different?
My outline has been written, with particular settings and characters thrown in my path, but I continue to fill the crisp pages and punctuate them with my responses to God’s plan.
They thought they were helping her - protecting from the pain of grieving - but what they did damaged my mother in a way that I had never seen before.
I didn’t realize at the time that my secret desire to be blond was in fact part of a deeper confused identity as to where I fit in as a brown hijabi girl in a predominantly white city.
Yes, it’s a treat when we cook up a dish of amazing lasagna at home, but nothing tastes better than eating a meal that’s been prepared following your family customs.