A Best Friendship That Never Really Was
In many ways, it feels as though our friendship was never really built.
In many ways, it feels as though our friendship was never really built.
We live in a world of likes, a world where hearts and double-taps justify our stories, and a specific number of likes per post can confirm our appeal.
How can my so-called family, the extended relatives that I grew up with, consider family as everything when for so long they’ve denied my immediate family anything?