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 … 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 … Continue reading From My Ugly Past