The process of forgetting is a very scary one. I remember when I was a toddler in kindergarten, my grandmother would be the brightest, the loveliest woman aside from my mom, of course. She was the sweetest grandma and had the most memorable smile. Every day after I came back from elementary school, there would…

From a very young age, whenever I was watching the television, or reading a book, I would always have it right up to my face. Due to this, my mom thought it was just a bad habit, and that if I did not fix this habit, I would develop problems in my vision. Little did…