#steemitwonder

Growing up with my parents, our village normally celebrates a family return every five years. This event happens around Christmas. It is expected that families return to the village with their households.

Looking through the one way mirror, I could tell I would never be able to understand the individual who sat across from me. "He's eating spaghetti with a spoon?" I asked the officer who stood

Hola, gente linda de Hive! Qué alegría saludarlos hoy por acá. Les quiero contar una anécdota de mis años de liceo que me vino a la memoria hace poco y que todavía me hace reír solita cada vez que me acuerdo.

Chapter 1: "The World is Blind, Not Me" The scent of rain-soaked earth filled every corner of the village high school. It was exactly 9:40 AM. High above, the flag of the Arab Republic of Awam