Once I was in a meadow. Everything felt cold even the grass. It felt like it rained, but it didn’t. I waited for something. I never knew what that thing was, but I only knew I was waiting for something. Then something magical, something beautiful appeared in front of me.

It wasn’t a man nor a woman. It was godly, with wings so high, and a perfectly cute purple rose tattoo on one arm. I just stared at the image. It was a painting.

It was being dragged away, by my parents.

That’s how life is. The moment you love something, they become nothing compared by your loved ones.

That’s the only time I knew why God made me. To love my parents, while at the same time, to also love someone else.