ildings. The people. It's always an entrancing s

he arts on the buildings and streets. The graffiti. The wares displayed over glass panes. The antique

e famous La Doux Bakery and their peculiar smell drifted in the air. Beggars and the homeless asking for alms. Teache

by hate and anger to ca

n? Like their wealth offers a superpower and a level higher than people

hated Alicia and her daughters. I hated the blond fool I met minutes ago and I

I had suppressed in the past were no

d there are those whose life and experiences turn them into a boilin

crying? Why is my life so messed up? Why can't I ever be happy? W

alright?" The middl

e to contend with

eyes were kind and the color of th

st keep your eyes on the road and get me to where I'm h

hate seeing people in tears. It does something to me" he replied, hi

e I become the same people I hate?" The quest

sh. Life just hasn't been fair, thi

The truth is that life never is. Even those you think t

's so, then they won

ed. From the

e looked you

il

or black. Life deals with each of us in its own way. A

uickly responded

hen the blow is too much to bear and there are some who respond by being 'assholes'. But me,

anor and smile spoke volumes of his kindness, and how much

here who answered prayers. If there was, certainly my c

ry Sunday and prayed every night. Even the man who I once called 'dad' participated in these activities. I remem

s. And I remember how fervently I prayed for everything to be fine, for my mom to be

ow, it's stupid, but I remember also praying for a fairy godmother, anyone or anything that

lity and shunned away fantasies, gods and beliefs. Waiting to be saved w

d going to bed late. With each day worse than the last, I decided to stop wasting my strength and energy on wishes and prayers. I accepted my fate, went about my

aid when I realized the man

, and by the w

," I a

ier, but I assure you, all will be fine. Just keep going, keep praying and with time, al

y grateful" I forced myself to say

p going and striving for better without believing or hoping that there's anyone up ther

ed when he wave

morning breeze sweep my hair and face. I heard a ch

we made a turn straight into h

aned as we jo

onking to

ordinary traffic, two men had blocked the road. Apparently, one of them

ation had gotten so bad that they had punctured each other's tires, meaning that the only way any of t

wasn't leaving

managed to get the men to stop yelling. Little help they could do to get the cars out of the way. Only th

o convince Gary to take his fee, al