The Little Metal Suitcase

This is the 68th story of Our Life Logs. I was born in 1961, and grew up in Toluca, Mexico with my mother, father, my four siblings, and my father’s family. We lived in a tiny, one-bedroom abode, because my father did not make much money being a school teacher. He was often innovative, once using newspaper to keep our feet safe when our shoes had … Continue reading The Little Metal Suitcase

From My Ugly Past

This is the 67th story of Our Life Logs.   Life is an examination full of tricky questions. However, it is not compulsory for you to get everything right. In a way, the tears I have wept may have cleansed my heart. I was born to extremely young parents. My mother was an upper primary school student while my father was just finalizing his high school … Continue reading From My Ugly Past