I used to love watching the crowd of dancers, and cheerleaders dance through the streets of my local town parade. I was 4, and every year that I could make it (which was a hit or miss between weekly hospital visits) I would on with wide eyes asking my mum to let me join, but she never really took me serious, or at least that was my perspective. Little did I realise that she was just being protective of her daughter who had many health challenges to fight. I still remember moments of being in a blue light ambulance having the paramedic fuss all over me, with masks and needles,…
I am so excited about today’s novel editing session that I just had to jump on here and share. I may have just wrote a short bio story that I hope you’ll love. I think I might post it tomorrow. Stay tuned!