I sat in my bed, the sun had not rise. Yet but I had woken from a dreamless sleep.
Whenever I would have a sleepless night I would wake my father so that he would make me honey lemon tea and we would spend hours reading not realizing the day had set in until my mum would find us in the living room mumbling about us being annoyingly alike.
Tears fell out of my eyes remembering the beautiful I had shared with my parents. For that was all I had now, just memories and nothing more. I would never be able to make more memories with my parents.
I wiped my tears away with the sleeves of my pajamas, so sick of crying. I am so weak, the complete contradiction to the string girl my parents had raised me to be .
They always thought me to be as courageous and it is time I began to act upon their
