Girl child protection

my sherpa

My Sherpa

He handed me the cup of hot choco I had been staring at wantonly and held my small, cold shivering hands in his big warm hands. “You see, life is just like…

Trophy

My Father’s Trophy

As a broken trophy, she was fleeing her home. The blood dripping from her left temple served as a continuous reminder of the pain that she was feeling. It had been a…