In a warm summer afternoon of 1992, a woman was sweating even more than a normal person would. She was conscious- and she wasn't screaming, although her body was being torn open, instead, she found herself excited. She knew she would soon open up her life, more than she had allowed her body to open up for a new life. And there was a loud cry. I was born.
- facebook: Karlen's Facebook profile
Following
Sign up to join the largest storytelling community
or
KarlenFajardo
Sep 10, 2012 06:24PM
@AngelicaFayeTolosa hahahha! alangan namang di ko suportahan anak ko? :))try clicking the fan button for me as well :))View all Conversations
Stories by Karlen Fajardo
Vanished
What if one day, you wake up- and everything you thought to be real was just a dream? Or what if you woke up...
"There's this girl who still write...
These are untold stories. Unsent letters of a girl who tries the best to love people unconditionally.
The Reminder
Vanessa was just interesting because she reminded them of those someone's they used to know and probably love...