I can remember it like it was yesterday. I marched around our small one-bedroom apartment with thoughts and dreams of what it would be like. We had some neighbors that knew exactly what it was like, and when I was around them, I was inspired to listen. One lady in particular, named Sarah, spoke as if she had had grown up in the midst of this very dream – because she did. Her voice, it wasn’t like mine, or my parents. It paved the way for my dreams to grow wilder and more exciting. Sarah was from Africa – Zimbabwe, to be specific. Her accent was thick and her smile was huge! She was so loving and such a great friend to my family. Her husband, JJ, was by far the coolest guy I ever met. He is American, but awesome, nonetheless. The more Sarah and JJ spent time with my family, the more...
