Another Birthday

I hate birthdays. I don't like the entire process of sneaky people coming and wishing. That one day you think you're special and everyone loves you. But the next day everyone starts acting a fool around you. Some don't even wait for it to be midnight before activating their folly. Birthdays are paradoxical, they are … Continue reading Another Birthday

The Little Things

Dinner is served. It's fried Rice and Turkey. I'm amped up! George just got back from the boarding house. It's a celebration. Two seconds into the meal, I hear a not-so-familiar sound. I look up and see George trying to force a helping of rice into a mouth that is already full, worse still he's … Continue reading The Little Things