Woman. Reading and Writing are my favorite things. Crying comes next. Then comes laughing. Then comes eating. They get rearranged a lot by the way.
Where the sun shines different, and the rays slices through every hurt and where there’ll be happier days than ever felt and crediting that the few sad ones are a thread of happy ones in the making.
And that the sun will be right there, again, and this time, will always be.
I told this kid that I wanted to visit home but couldn’t at the moment because I didn’t have the money.
She then googled flights to Nigeria and looked back at me with an expression of worry/disgust/pity/confusion and said
“チゼ-が30万円ない??
And I was like Nope sis. Nope.