The Night My Grandmother Taught Me How to Turn Pain Into Strength

Her words stayed with me. I realized how each betrayal had slowly worn me down, softening me like the carrot, and how I was beginning to harden like the egg. But when she asked who I wanted to be, I found myself looking at the coffee. I told her I wanted to be like that—to let the pain shape me without taking away who I am. That night, lying in my continue reading …