Prologue
Simple yet book lover. Four words but definitely defines who am I. That's me. Boring, nerd, killjoy, alone, some of the characteristics that people keep saying behind my back. The question is, do they really know me? No, probably. They only judge base on your appearance but they can't judge who you really are because they don't even know every single details of your real characteristics. And I don't care, mind your own business and I'll do mine. Judge me any time they want, no worries. I'm used to it so it won't really matter.
We're all different, and I'm so grateful to be unique among others. I'm contented in my life. I'm contented with myself.
BOOKS are my family, my friend, my best buddies, my everything. Not to mention, I've grown in a broken family. My mother was in the Canada living and working for 13 years now. She has a new family there with her Canadian husband. Within 13 years, we didn't get the chance to see each other. She's so busy with her new family while me finding a comfort and care of a mother.
I'm with the custody of my aunt though she's rare to come home because she got very busy on her new job. And about my father, I don't know what happened to him until now.