The story behind Jamila’s bicycle

img_2132As a child, I grew up living with a single mother, alcoholic father and tons of problems. The one thing that brought hope was my little pink barbie bike. When ever I would ride that thing I felt invincible. As time went on and I grew up, there were many traumatic events that involved a bicycle and it was always a sign that things would be okay and I need to keep moving forward, not to look back or else I would loose my balance.

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