Diana null
Oct 312 min read
Searching for apricots in the desert
I grew up yearning for a better life. I often looked around my home with a sense of embarrassment. The carpets with old embellishments, the giant floral bowls of fruit, the mismatched plastic bags being reused for trash. And if that wasn’t bad enough, there was the summer vacations. I dreaded this time in the year, because it meant going back to Armenia. It meant endless days away from my friends, from the modern world, surrounded by people who were the total opposite of cool
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