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| This is the 544th story of Our Life Logs® | I don’t know if my story even matters, one of an illiterate woman from the slums of...

It was a tough reality to come to terms with: now I had an opioid addiction ​and ​a global pandemic on top of that to worry about. I was

We spoke with my father on the phone right before he was put on a ventilator. My heart broke as I apologized to him that I couldn’t take

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One morning, my wife and daughter woke up feeling feverish. I thought it was a common cold or some infection at first, but days passed

For years, I had worked day and night for my sons to get the education they needed so that they could get away from their abusive father

What if my baby caught it? I knew from that moment that, no matter the cost, I would fight to protect my family.

Suddenly, I felt that it was a message for me. Nothing is promised. Beating it twice didn’t mean I would this time, either.

Just like that, my world shattered. He left this world before he could see his dream for me realized, and I was heartbroken.

My wife was loving and supportive through the struggles, but I could sense the quiver in her lips and the tremble in her hands as she...

He looked around and came a bit closer as if all set to reveal a secret. “There are rumors that a few inmates are infected with the virus

“You can only meet him on one condition,” He replied. “You never show your face around us ever again.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe

My father used to tell us that a person who gets put on a ventilator seldom survives. And that was the miserable fate my father met.

Everyone began viewing everyone else as suspicious—what if you have it? Are you the one that will get me sick? Are you like Typhoid Mary?

Her condition was so serious that they had to put her on a ventilator. We all prayed for her day and night, but she wasn’t improving.

It would take about two days to reach my mother, a small sacrifice for being there in her time of need.

Coming from an area where many are illiterate, we had no idea what the virus truly was or how deadly it was. All we knew was that it was

I even felt my dad betrayed me. Why did he even bother to sit and draw with me if this is what would happen in the end?