Previously, I spoke about my experience when I first arrived to Cuba and the various tourist spots I had the chance to visit. This is going to be a continuation of that but slightly different. The second week I was in Cuba, I spent it with my maternal family members. They lived a bit farther
This poem is inspired by life itself. How it can change in seconds, and everything you know to be true becomes nothing more than an illusion. Life doesn’t come with manuals or set of rules to follow, it doesn’t even come with a guarantee that you’ll wake up the next morning, but what it comes
I pulled you into my arms and rocked you back and forth. Tears fell down your cheeks. You had a fever and a bad one too. You hadn’t slept or eaten well for days. But I held you and played with your hair. I was six years old when mom and dad told me about
*Warning: some spoilers ahead* Earlier this week, a new medical drama called The Good Doctor premiered on ABC. Adapted from the Korean show of the same name, it tells of a young doctor (played by Freddie Highmore) with autism and savant syndrome. While I was unable to watch it when it first aired, Hulu, thankfully, made
If you ever, unfortunately, find yourself under the comments section of any Daily Mail article or Facebook post, you’ll notice the disparity in criticisms against artists such as Beyonce, Kanye and Nicki Minaj weighed against adulation for Britain’s darlings, Adele and Ed Sheeran. Their rags-to-riches ascent into A-list success, to most, signifies an almost quintessentially