Born the Wrong Color

As a first generation refugee, I grew up wanting to be American. So many times, I believed I was born the wrong color because it was just so hard being my color. My little heart understood it was a disadvantage to be in the minority because I was treated less than based on my ethnicity…

Your Life Matters

Ever since I was a young girl I wanted to be remembered, recognized, and cherished. It makes me feel like I matter. Don’t we all want the same? It’s the reason we want wishes, presents, and even celebrations on our birth day. These things make us feel loved. We feel like who we are and…