I will be talking about the first time, I felt alone. I was about to turn 19 years old when I have felted alone, even though I had my parents living under the same roof as me. The time I felt alone was when I had the news that my grandparents have lost their lives. They were everything to me, and usually, I only saw them, while I had vacation due that they lived in Mexico, 45 hours from NYC.

The day, I felted so depressedly that I couldn’t even believe if I was dreaming or if it was real! Since that day, I learned that we should appreciate our loved ones always because we never know if we will wake up again. Sometimes life isn’t anything, it’s just a cycle.