I loved my native language growing up.
I was always either reading or writing, mostly stories and occasionally poetry. I had a little notebook that I carried around, and I would write down all these random sentences that popped into my head throughout the day. If I didn’t have it on me, I would write it down on my desk. I spent half of my waking hours thinking about new ways to word things, and my dream was to become a writer one day.Read more "Rediscovering My Mother Tongue"