PROLOGUE
In my world, being me was not a word generally acceptable to everyone, have seen myself as weird, stupid, phsyco or anything
you can think. For a while i wished i was normal, i wished my life was natural and happy like every other kid. I felt like the
waterlike look of a sand under sun in the eyes of a thirsty desert man, who comes runing hoping to get water. I was a false hope, like a tiny fish in an ocean without
realizing i had the ability to swim. Just at the verge of giving up, i realized there nothing like family, they made me realize the only
reason i felt incomplete and worthless was because i chose too and because i was blind even to my own history, i was scared of not being normal. Then i began my quest to knowing who i was, when i realized the answer to my question WHO AM I was more
puzzled and complicated than the question itself. Stay tuned.