I remember my first day of kindergarten. I walked up to the heavily decorated door, hand-in-hand with my mom. She bent down, squeezed me tight, and said something along the lines of, “have a great day, love you.” Now, I don’t know how my mom...
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I’ve always loved a good breakthrough story. A phoenix rising from the ashes type tale. A story of transformation and self-discovery. I know that this is an ironic statement because no human in their right mind would willingly ask for something in life to break...