In Writing

Writing is a struggle against silence.
Carlos Fuentes

It is a rare moment when words are not a sufficient container for me to pack in the things I’m feeling. Words are in my marrow. When I was little my mother kept a diary for me, writing everything I did every day. (Entries included “I had fun at the park today!”). ¬†When she taught me to write at four years old, she bought me my own diary and told me I could start writing down my own thoughts. I remember how furious it made me at the time. Why was she giving up on writing my life story?

But eventually I understood. It was mine to write. She taught me young.

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