Me not the enemy! by Iza Deleanu True Story Contest contest entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language. Mirror, mirror on the floor, why is my life lost some more? Okay, this was the old me, who always made a tragedy from misfortune. After the last strike, man, I am still alive and kicking! Hurray! I just woke up and, like Mr. King, "I have a dream!" Good Morning, world, this is Moia, not Iza, but Ms. Hope, alias Miss I don't give a shiteshtain anymore! I've already been through so much. I got under my belt some betrayal, one broken heart, some countries crossing, a little bit of drowning (yup, true story), some close encounter with Ms. Death, and a good laugh thinking that I am still a joker since I am still here after all I have been through. Until yesterday I wore a mask to hide my freshest cut: le divorce! Yup, I finally got it! I am broke but free like a bird.
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Author Notes All the moments from the above story are all true. Also in Canada every September we celebrate the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation that is originally and still colloquially known as Orange Shirt Day, is a Canadian holiday to recognize the legacy of the Canadian Indian residential school system. Thank you for reading and pardon my French, aka my broken English:) |
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