Arduously I wrote a story of my incipient life, it was like a quilt made of so many patches, the shades would vary, but never the less it kept me warm thinking of the motivation. What could it possibly be for a six year old girl? There certainly was no experience, no wisdom, well in short, a little child torn away from happiness to abyss all by herself. What did get her through the dire situation? The answer might be…..