Jute Sack

Chapter 1

I was four months old when I lost my dad, too young to care about any other face that was not my mom's. Blissful, blissfully, bliss, words I love using. They mimic the childhood I wished for, even when I was just a child. For as long as I can remember, I put on a… Continue reading Chapter 1

Jute Sack

Intro

I don't want to start by telling you "my life hasn't been easy", so let's kick this off this way: Picture this, a small frail puppy with the courage of a lion, barely teething clinging on to the hope of playing outside but its always raining. The puppy is me and as for the rain,… Continue reading Intro