I read many many stories in my room when I was younger. I wish that I could say that I specifically wished that. Sadly it became more and more apparant to me that I did not fit into the world. I had no wishes for myself. I don’t know what I was. I was no one. I was this girl who was expected to not be upset about anything, have no fears and go to school for no other reason than I had to. It was important to my grandmother that I go to Catholic grade school. The whole focus in the family for going to school was to get a job, nothing beyond that.

I loved learning but the teachers and students were not fun in my mind for the most part.

I had no hope for myself to dream of being rescued. I stopped wanting to participate in the world. I will elaborate later Anita. I have to get up early tommow.