Identity Crisis, 2020 – Personal work
I remember the first day going to school and thinking that I am regular. I am no different than any other child. Little did I know that being different was what made me special. My parents had to start working as soon as me and my brother were old enough to both manage at home. In the end, food should be there on the table and there’s no food when there’s no money.
Even though we were mostly spending our childhood with the two of us. In that time I can’t remember being really lonely or feeling unloved. Cause at the end of the day, they were always there to feed us. And where is food, there is love.
