Red Lines

I remember learning about an ancient Chinese legend in my elementary years; it says that each person is born with a destined lover, and pairs are connected through invisible red strings. The red string of fate. In America, I grew to become more familiar with a different type of red strings though: the jagged, red … Continue reading Red Lines



Their mouths moved rapidly, words came in melodic rivers that drowned my ears. I was just getting the hang of this. I was beginning to comprehend. I was almost done climbing over the Tower of Babel. I was so close to breaking that language barrier. For now, I merely conquered the heights of a kitchen stool as … Continue reading Words