By: Anonymous submission Campaign: Mother Nature and Father Time #literature #BestMemoir #BestAuthor Hoping off the plane, the cold wind was like the knife cutting my skin, Toronto was a totally different place. I still remember the moment that the wind blew on my Taiwanese school jacket as if it was telling me to go back. You know it’s tough to move into a brand new place, especially to go to the other side of the world. I was 14 at the time, young enough to be brave and sta