My close friends know that I lost my mother to ovarian cancer. They don’t know that five years later, I lost my brother to a fatal accident — and that within months of his passing, my father also died, his lifelong smoking catching up to him. Sitting motionless on the bedroom floor, unable to accept my orphanhood and my brother’s demise, I was desperate for hope. Just then my one-year-old son’s tiny hand reached out for me. He was like a radiant light dispelling darkness. Sobbing, I held him tight, promising to acquaint him with my departed family through my memories. — Jasmine Jaksic

Positively Purging-I welcome your feedbacks in the comments and your likes and passing the real life wisdom on to others as I embark on this new venture of “positively purging“, as I know each of these pieces represents something…