Prologue
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Mishael's strolling around the small town they used to live in, when she was still a child.
She remembered her memories together with her mother.
Mishael and her mother used to go on the swing on their town. They'll both ran out of the house when they heard Grandpa's voice.
Her mother would sit on the swing on her side, looks at her and said, "Misha, do things that you love, okay?"
She did.
She became an artist, just like her parents. She became a teacher for others too.
Mishael looks at the swing, "if Mother is here, she'll be the first one to be so proud of me. Being me, and being her daughter."
She sat on the swing she used to sit on with her mother.
"More than a decade had passed, but I'm still here, Mother."
She looks at the sky, and smiled.
Mishael looks at her wrist, where her mother's words were tattooed.
She still remembers when she was about to get a tattoo. She was so scared that she left red marks on her friend's arm.
Mishael took her wallet out of her bag, and looks at her mother's picture.
"It has been a while, Mother."
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