Classicist, baker, tía, madrina. Survivor.
I once dated this guy whose praise fell at my feet like I walked on water. He rushed to have me meet every single soul he had ever encountered including both of his parentals within the first month of knowing one another. He scared me. He was emotionally abusive. He was…
The Eighteeth YearbyHan
A purple ice-cream cake topped with miniature ice-cream cones of my favorite flavors sits in front of me, with 18 pink candles flickering various shades of orange, yellow, red, and blue. I stare at the cake getting lost in the colors of the ice…