Granma would tell me, "The way you roll that ball is the way it will come rolling back to you." So I am rolling my dreams out with good intentions and purpose. With knowing that my voice is mine and that I can own ever word that my mouth unravels on the page.
That beautiful suitcase was hers. It is with me now, containing me and my dreams with all of her. Every time I open it, a rush of Granma's house floods me, hugs me and I am her baby Ki again. It is fitting that it houses my vision book. My book that I intend to chronicle my journal towards my writing dreams.
More to come soon!