Dear “My Second Home”…

When I woke up the next morning, it felt like a bad dream. There was no way my mom said those things to me, there couldn’t be. If it did then I had to be able to get through it and move on. This separation would only be worse. I reluctantly rolled over, scared of…

Dear Nice…

After seeing and experiencing Paris (as much as you can in 4 days), my mom had scheduled for us to travel to Nice and Monte Carlo. I had no idea what to expect, but  was excited to see another city in France, kind of. Really, I wasn’t ready to leave Paris, but I don’t know…