A Mile in Nana's Shoes
Category: EDUCATION
I slide out of bed around 5:25 a.m., the sun still preparing for a long day in the sky. It's pitch-black, except for the faint light at the end of the corridor, which leads upstairs to Nana's house. This illumination is my sunrise every morning. As my foot touches the cold tiled floor, I arrive at my early morning sanctuary.
By Write for the Future, ContributorCollege Admissions Essay Program, 2014-11-01