Maybe I can write about my life and dig out all the deepest pain.  

Or maybe I can pretend nothing had happened that I was just a girl growing up in a happy family with mom and dad holding hands walking in a garden. 

Maybe I can recognize all the dirty spots on the street, or maybe I can simply ignore them and look at the beautiful sky. 

Either way doesn’t change what had been done. 

I tell myself I’m the luckiest kid because that’s how I want to live my life.  

The world is never fair and life is never smooth.  

But I have learned to pack up my past and move on. 

I might have found myself finally after a not-so-long journey.  

Right now I’m back to a cross road, alone, as always.