Every day, inevitably, I draw closer to an impending chapter of my life. I just don’t know whether to be happy or sad about it. My Mother
gives my Brother and I a lot of formidable advices and I’m not sure if my
Brother dwells over it as much as I do, but I do. On many occasions she has told
us that if we truly want something and work hard towards it, God helps us
unfailingly to attain the same.
Perhaps I’m the little optimist like my Father, because I
have faith in the little things that people deem hopeless. When you come from a
little family like mine, in a little town, you are familiar with the annoying
but ever so common innuendoes like ‘what will people say?’ I believe in magic,
good magic. It happened to me 5 years ago. Magic exists amidst us. We call it
God. If I were granted three wishes or more or less, I’d like to first wish to
rid of the current mind-sets of a lot of the inhabitants of my little town so
that people like me and K could have no qualms about our choices and decisions.
My Mother, (cue family) falls into the list too, sadly. But I don’t blame her.
Tomorrow I turn 21, and March hasn’t been good to me even
for a day, starting from Day 1 when I lost Dobby. I hope he knows how special
he was to KS and I. That we miss him dearly.
