She, The Soldier
Bio
Born in Canada, raised by immigrant parents, defying cultural expectations and standards. Hoping to help those who are conflicted with their sense of self through my experiences, emotions, and words.
Stories (2/0)
Open Letter: To My Late Grandfather
Dear Nana-ji, This feels a bit strange... to write to you after all this time. Let me introduce myself, I am your granddaughter and your oldest grandchild. Nice to meet you. After 30 years, this is the first time I've actually sat down and thought of you. I am writing to you today, well, to simply say thank you. Without you, I wouldn't even know where I would be. This is supposed to be a letter to my hero, a mentor, someone who has pushed me to be the person I am today; however, there is a whole different meaning for that to me. YOU are my hero, and sadly I never had the opportunity to even meet you.
By She, The Soldier2 years ago in Families
The Climb
The path in front of me disappeared amongst the bedrock. Now what? What lay ahead of me was a steep mound of loose gravel and scree that I had to cross in order to make it off this mountain safely. On my right, down below, I could see trees that looked so small it once again reminded me how elevated I was. From what I remember before attempting this hike, Mount Yamnuska was about 2,300 metres tall. The descent from the top was scary enough as it was, and now this feeling of pure fear was bubbling back up again. I was alone, with no hiking equipment, and nothing more than my backpack, fanny pack and nearly empty water bottle. Phone was sitting at 10% battery life with no reception, the sun was approaching the horizon, and I still had to make it back down to my car.
By She, The Soldier2 years ago in Wander
