What is a sin well in my dictionary it is something bad something that is not right , it is something that you'll get punished for if you get caught, something your not able to tell other people and something that you can't say it to your best friend it means that you did a wrong thing. Something that it's painful but not all the time is like that, sometimes it can be something that it is not related to the law of our country but the law of our heart in other words......... love yeah, love the law of our heart when it's broken and somebody committed the crime who's going to take revenge for it, who's going to give you justice, who is going to pay the price for it tell me who?! For what I know we could be dead inside and nobody will take justice for it trust me no one, well at least for me. Too many cases like that in a daily basis some that are heart broken because a break up, ones for a loss, and others because“there's no more love", others because there's another one, others because a deep secret that separates them forcefully, and others because of the distance between them but a sin is a sin no matter what isn't it?

People they don't always make the right choices and commit sims. I knew a person like that too, it's just that because of him I lost the trust to people, and the only person I trusted died by her beloved one, true love indeed. I should know, I was there I tried convincing her not to keep herself in that state but she didn't listen and her last words to me were " Take care of my little one for me don't let him forget me". After that she put her fingerprint on the adoption papers and now I am taking care of her baby well that's now about to be 6 next month he is my beloved one and my only family. We've been the world to each other and we're nothing without one another that's how our lives are since 4 years ago. Since four years ago our lives changed completely both our lives were turned upside down.

The story of my best friend is a very beautiful story but there's also some sadness in it, it makes you believe that nothing matters the most than love, but mine......mine proves something totally different. Little Z aka my little one was raised by me and his favorite bedtime story is the story of his biological mom and it goes like this: Your mom was in her junior year of high school and I was in my sophomore year although we are one year apart from each other we still crossed paths and became best friends. Your mom and I where both orphans in a way, that we could somehow understand each other, but at the same time we where way off. Your actual grandparents died when your mom was in her freshman year it was a very sad year for her and nobody wanted to hang out with her because she was......."the orphan" a stupid nickname by the way, and I was a cold blodded little girl who wanted everyone to ignore my existence but your mom was there for me. Your dad met your mom at library we used to work at. He was doing some research during that time and your mom was helping him out and they hung out pretty recently and where very lovey\-dovey then a new light came to their lives and that was you, my little Z unfortunately your dad was a soldier and died defending our freedom when your mother got the news she didn't eat much and even sometimes forgot what time it was and stayed all day long on his grave until the day God decided it was time for her to reunite with him she died of hunger because the one she loved was not with her, all the money, the savings, and everything else she had she handed them to me for your well being your mom and dad loved each other so much because the day your mom died was their........ anniversary.

I was in my sophomore year and I was a very isolated person I wanted to talk to no one and I wanted no one to talk to me. I felt as if no one ever knew what a person like me felt until what I thought was an annoying girl kept asking me the same question over and over again "Why was I lonely all the time?". She opened up herself to me because she knew I was lonely as well as her. When I finally told her my story I became a more open person we both did and more people saw me for who I really was not for some stupid rumor, although many approached both of us we stayed loyal to each other because she was more than just a friend, she was my sister. I told her my background and she told me her background she took me to her home and she gave me a helping hand. She extended her hand to a little girl with nothing to give, although she had a terrible story of people bullying her on her freshman year she said she approached me because she somehow saw herself in me but......after I told her what I've been through she apologized to me saying that her story compared to mine was nothing. Although it sounded horrible that she approached me because of that I don't blame her. We had something in common and it was one another we weren't alone in this huge world and although she found her love she never forgot she had a sister. Although she sometimes made me go as a third wheel and even sometimes she tried setting me up with her boyfriend's best friend I never ever regretted anything that happened between her and me during all our years of friendship except meeting........him.