Written by Jacob Ibrag
Growing up, all I ever wished for on my birthdays
was to be as big as the skyscrapers that surrounded my
mothers office. They seemed so confident, everything that I
wasn’t. I was this boy who possessed an overactive imagination
and nothing else. And now here I am all these years later, wishing
that I was that kid again, wishing that I wasn’t as hollow as
the skyscrapers that surrounded my mothers office.