Essay

For a person who loves history and writing, I have never thought about my legacy.

To understand what peace is, we must first know why hate exists. What is hate? Where do we learn it from? We are not born with hate, we learn it. As we get older we slowly process what is happening in the world.

The evening before Vappu, my grandmother would spend the entire night in the kitchen, kneading dough, slicing cabbage, and whisking batter-- all of this happening simultaneously as we drowned in spice-perfumed air, surrounded by piles of delicate

Someone once told me that, being Black or Hispanic or Asian or whoever you were, wasn't considered a minority. I had grown up thinking that my race was considered a minority.

We are all snowflakes. Every snowflake has it's very own special pattern. Wouldn't have MYSELF any other way. Neither should YOU.

Being a Gen Z kid myself, I might be a little biased, but sometimes, bias is good. People -millenials mostly- say that our generation is addicted to our phones, that we can’t be taken away from them.

For the past four days, Nina had been in a circuit. In the mornings, she’d start preparing for work, checking emails while brushing her teeth. She’d do her daily dose of stretches in her pajamas.

The daughter of a renowned priest, the sister of the largest church, with a family of friends, was fact.

I avert my eyes to the carpet beneath my feet and enjoy the moment of quiet. I would have thought it would be rather awkward, but in actuality, it was quite reassuring and comfortable.

The people there were unexpected, they wore face paint, and had very uncanny costumes, then suddenly an ominous silence was followed by the bong of a heavy instrument.

Taking a few steps before and breathing out a warm misted substance, I was in awe when I opened the door to a ballroom-like palace.

Sebastian walks over to me and leisurely takes hold of my hand. Obviously nothing out of the norm, and neither am I a child, but I don’t complain.