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The Manger

I wasn’t born in a golden crib, I’m not sure if I said this before but I really wasn’t.

Compared to those who are still back home some might say I do live a privileged life… “now” however it wasn’t always that way.

There was a time I only had used worn out clothes from donations, a time where I didn’t have many outfit options and wore the same thing almost everyday.

A time Burger King was all my family ate because we couldn’t afford anything more. The beauty in children though is that they are so innocent, and oblivious to certain things like money. That hard times don’t actually feel that hard.

When my parents actually were able to afford clothes for us we would get them at

K-Mart, I was oblivious to brands like Children’s Place, Hollister, Abercrombie. A lot people reading this might feel bad, because they might not be familiar with the struggle.

Don’t you don’t need to feel bad for me, I had an amazing childhood because I didn’t have a privileged life, when you can’t afford certain things you don’t real care for them. Sure I didn’t have any cool toys, but because of that I had my imagination and made a game out of everything.

It was harder for my parents then it was for me, and now as an adult I can only imagine what is like to see your kids grow in used clothes, and eat burger king all the time. They probably felt terrible, I would feel terrible. But honestly they didn’t have to because we were so unaware to these things to reality.

I wouldn’t trade my humble beginnings for anything, because of them I know more than one life, and I can appreciate all the comfort I have now.

When you are born into a golden crib you don’t realize it’s made of gold , but when you are born into a manger you can tell the difference and appreciate it if you ever have it.



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Surviving Childhood

I first started to write at the age of 9,

It was my escape from reality, living in a country and a place I never felt welcomed in, I decided to create a world of my own.

A world without so much pain, a world where magic exists at every turn. Everyday I would come home from school and write about me and my two best friends.

In my world we were princesses and when we got into fights they became witches, and when we made up the curse was reversed and they were back to princesses.

Where us three would rule our kingdom for all of eternity.

Do whatever we want, like eat loads of chocolate and stay up past midnight. It was really fun.

In my diary everyday was an adventure full of light…

Maybe I couldn’t apply the light to my real life back then; but in my diary it could’ve been a day where I went home crying because kids were making fun of me since I couldn’t speak English; yet at the end of the night I would sneak into my little world with my pen and paper, and have the best time of my life.

With my best friends, and thats how I survived my childhood.