She believed herself to have lived a very normal life if someone ever asked her. But she became aware that it wasn’t as normal when she started telling about it. She had seen pity, sympathy for herself so many times that she had gotten tired. She had been very lucky for the most part, even if she lost her parents at a very young age, the life after that wasn’t difficult at all. She had gotten care and love from mostly everyone around her. More than she deserved and she saw no point of rejecting it or throwing herself a pity party over the death of people she hardly remembered because the memories she had were happy either ways.
She also understood that people who knew her had a hard time believing that she had been happy and lived a simple life. She didn’t remember when her heart turned
