THE TASTE OF SOLITUDE

amily is your hero who sees you and that is always there in time you need them, the bottomless love of my parent towards me, although we're no more. I had just realized th

ck hope for a better life despite all of those

ed by a disease that grows worse as the day goes by. The inferiority thing again, not again. It's loafed out reminding her of her brown skin color like she's got the ability to change that. But all this inspirational and motivational talk that I say to myself gets me in a great mood only for me to be reminded of all these things again when I step, out. I am that girl, Tessy, who thinks that it is only the traditi

hat were noticeable every time that I stared at something for long time trying to grab what was written there. I could speak English very well but could not interpret in writing, it was so difficult. As a cleaner, I always come to work by 12 o'clock, sweep the big hall with the fellow cleaning staff, pack and dump the garbage, but I never said a word to say these

step out of my room, let alone my house. I could not bear it anymore that I had all these conditions but still could not break out of it. But how do I break out when I am

t victim. She keeps calling Tessy. Who is Tessy? When I realized it was grandma, I rushed into the mob, struggling in between the crowded people all over the scene. granny I shouted, holding her by the head and hugging her so tightly. It felt like immediately she felt my hands wrapped around her. She just stopped to breathe, she gave up the ghost. I shed tears so bitterly as my eyes started to look around the little food supplies she went to pick up from the farm scattered all over the ground, her fresh red wounds on her leg, her left arm and all over her body, her walking stick lying at the other edge of the road. I snapped, and before I came to realize myself, a flood of tears were rolling down my cheeks. She's gone, I shouted. I shouted so loudly and arrogantly! Despite my grief and arrogance, I see a lo

the other was a boy. His name was Steve and the girl's name was Tracy. They're older than me with a four year age gap. But I was a stranger to them, and they still chose to take me in. Then we're students in university but then we're staying off camp. So, they took me to their house, made me a cup of hot coffee and Tracy stood behind with me humming lullabies till I felt asleep. It seemed like I had not ha