It was the day a random person told me he will NEVER forgive his mother for
letting his father beat her all them years. That she should have been
strong en...
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
My defining moment was a day in a hostel in Florence where we got a BBM that he had died. I hadn't cried in front of another person for at least 5 years until that moment. I was numb for a period. Then I wore his bracelet everyday, enjoyed every second of my life, and take nothing for granted. 19 is too young, but we never know our last moments. Someone's last moment has defined my life.
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