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Just Another Normal Day, at least I thought it was

On a typical workday, I walked to Dollar Tree to get a drink and a snack. As I got closer to the store, I noticed the homeless man sitting outside. He had his face buried in his arms. Beside him is his backpack with his sign sitting on top. The same sign I see him… Continue reading Just Another Normal Day, at least I thought it was

Journal Diaries

My Mother’s Story

Growing up I can never rely getting help with homework from my mother. If it was project that deals with creativity, then that is when my mom can help. However, if it was something like calculus, I’m on my own.  Unlike my father who was educated in Laos, my mother never received any education. She… Continue reading My Mother’s Story