When Lola was a teenager, when she was saved from being r*ped:
Over some rolling hills, the sun was gleaming just past the horizon. A fog was standing patiently since the air was still and did not move the fog. It was a usual sight for a young girl walking this path five days a week, it was a shorter route to her school than walking any road. She was used to this path and the familiarities of the hills gave her comfort. The emerging sun was warming the hills and the day was looking out to be just like any other day. Her life had proved to be difficult as her father passed early, and her mother was seriously ill. But she traveled these hills with confidence and positivity every day as she knew that she could face and conquer any obstacle. The early spring came with soft smells and early bi
