The moaning was louder now—right at her door. Hands trembling, she reached for the knob. Silence. She let go. The moaning returned. With a frustrated cry, she flung the door open— no one. Yet, the sound slithered down the hallway like it was fleeing. And then she saw her: A ghostly apparition hovering above the floor, eyes hollow with sorrow… and purpose.

Everyone views the world differently, especially with those who require a set of glasses.

Today marks my 32nd birthday, reminding me to reflect on all the experiences and lessons I've gained. Despite the ups and downs, detours,...