My Twenties Are My Lost Childhood (349/365)

It must be because I'm the oldest girl in an immigrant household, but I didn't really have a childhood in the sense of bliss, innocence and freedom. I was, like most girls in my situation made to clean and babysit, I was responsible for everyone if my mother went out or wasn't feeling well. I … Continue reading My Twenties Are My Lost Childhood (349/365)