My very own Superhero
I’ve been thinking of a perfect start to this blog for it’s dedicated to an extremely important and special person in my life. Today, when I look back and picture that tiny little version of mine, the only thing that I’m able to find in common to the grown up version of me would be my superhero. My whole concept of a hero revolved around mainly three factors, number one; who’s capable of creating pure happiness and fun no matter what, number two; who was courageous enough to rebel against my family norms and number three; who was always there for me and also got me gifts along with teddy hugs and kisses. And there summing up the three leads to only one person in my life, that’s my big brother. Have you ever had a ten year older version of yourself? I think I did. Or maybe it’s because I admired him so much that I...