Olivia knelt down in front of the statute of the Holy Mother, with her eyes closed and hands clasped together, a ritual that she has performed since her childhood. She thought deeply to herself, hoping that her prayers would reach the deity that she has been praying to her entire life. “Why have you cursed me with such a power?” She asked as a tear dripped down the side of her cheek.

Olivia was k...

A room with a fresh coat of paint, packed with several brown cardboard boxes with a sticker on each, reminding me about what each box contained. It is hard to imagine that despite all of my years of working that my life and all of my possessions would be summed up in these few boxes that are scattered around this room.

Who could have known that after my years of begrudgingly going to work at tha...