"I would go through all this pain. Take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes, I would die for you baby...," E.J. bopped her head along to the beat of the song Grenade by Bruno Mars. She rummaged through her sunflower yellow Mak Nisy bag for her mirror to check the finishing touches on her... Continue Reading →
Victoria and Albert
“Mama! Mama! Could you please turn on the fan in my room? Just getting some cold Evian from the fridge. Please and thank you.” E.J bellowed, whilst wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead. She parked her Whill C2 electric wheelchair in front of the ice box and grabbed the bottle of water from... Continue Reading →
