Writing Fulfills Me And Impacts People But Doesn’t Pay Me

“I am going to work”

This statement was often my parents’ parting words to me as they left the house each morning on weekdays. Work was where adults went during the week while school was where kids went. Work was what you did as an adult that paid your bills, and gave you perks like our apartment in a Government Residential Area thanks to my dad’s job as a civil…