Every time I look through the old photos, I always feel a clump is balling in my throat. A peculiar hurtful feeling develops. It is hurt to know this innocent young child never knew she will go through so much hardship and challenges in her life. For now, I feel like it is a never ending moment. She used to be carefree and nonchalant. But now, she is no longer the same person she used to be.
For God sake, I swear, this place ruins her.
Will she manage to know her real self?
Will I get the chance?