I miss that place so much, it is driving me crazy. Everyday I think about it. Everyday I remember the 11 years that I spent in that place, with my family and cousins. Gosh, it was so long ago. Sometimes I think it must have been someone else, not me, who had lived there. I can hardly reach that other part of me. She is almost gone, the little girl who talked and thought in a different language. The little girl who thought the world is a perfect place. The little girl who didn’t even know herself. I wish she was still here. I wish she was here so I could refresh my memory of what my life was just 3 years ago. Yes, my memory still works, but someday it won’t. Some day I won’t even remember her. Was it destiny that brought me here? Perhaps it was.