Struggles of Life

 ‘Mommy, I want to be a journalist, I’d say this every other day, roam around with a comb in my hand and pretend to interview my Bai. It was adorable at first but then my mom saw the warning signs. This memory of my 4-year-old self has stuck with me for 30 years.I didn’t know what a journalist did, I thought the newspaper comes from the newspaper boy and not a leading company! My mom wasn’t an easy-going, warm lady, she was and always will be a force in my life, pushing me to do better. To be better.