“I Can’t breathe properly” I complained to my father. My skin itching and burning red, rashes developing on my entire body. It was the day I was supposed to travel, meant to travel back to the city where it all began. “You want to visit a doctor? You can postpone your trip…” he suggested. “No!” I denied. After all, I couldn’t afford to do that. To … Continue reading A journey back to the city where it all began.