the Unexpected Path
When I was younger, I thought my life was going to be a certain way. I thought that I was going to be a writer, and my first book was going to be a book of letters written by a young girl my age, who lived on a farm with her siblings like me, whose father was away at war, who she was writing to (not like me). But then life gave me my first twist. School was always a struggle with me, and the older I got, the harder it got. Math would send me into wailing rages filled with anxiety. I wasn't even reading on my own till I was 11 years old, and it took me longer to get these simple tasks done. I am beyond grateful that my mom chose to homeschool me and my older siblings. This meant that I had the space to learn at my own pace and to also work with my mom one-on-one, but despite all the help I was getting, I still had Sunday school teachers who would come up to my mom, concerned that I wasn't reading. But my mom wasn't worried, she put up with my outburst...