Besides the superstitions of Friday the 13th and that this post is not posted on Friday the 13, it was a very special day for me. After many long years, I finally turned 18. To celebrate my friends came with me to support me as I got my first tattoo. So much for being buried in a Jewish cemetery.
I chose the word "broken" because I have a broken family, my heart has been broken, my life has been broken (haven't been able to see my real family) and throughout my life I will be broken down, but when I get older and have lived more I will have the word "strong" on my other ear