I don't know for how long I cried. When my sobs stopped, I did my business and went to the sink. I had few hiccups as I drew my breath. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I almost broke into another session of self-pity. It wasn't enough that crying gave me puffy face and red eyes, my curls had decided to become a knotted mess. I washed my face and wiped my wet hands over my hair. I brushed my fingers through my curls and managed to make a somehow decent messy bun.
I looked again, at the girl in front of me, she had a sad face and glassy eyes. When did she became like this, emotional, vulnerable and weak. I always faced hardships with great resolve . No matter how life is difficult, no matter how many times I fall, I always stood up again. I never faltered in the face of advers
