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 found in the instinct of a childhood innocence, the power of faith, hope and purely will to survive.
A child does not know how to put blame on anybody particular, a child just feels the difference between good and bad, like a something that spreads the odour and ugliness from a lowest pit where hate, ignorance and greed governs the life of the miserable.
What happened is never really over, but it matters what we learned from the pain we endured and who we become in the sense of building a life by finding meaning and purpose to continue the track, trying to reach out to others with our emotional intelligence.
