Looking back, I saw her--that teenage me --with different eyes. I saw her in the story as young, and trusting, and inexperienced----but not stupid. Not contemptible. Now, all these years later, she was someone I could root for, and understand, and hurt for. And in this crazy way, the fact that I could look, and listen, and care about her, and ache for her, and defend her-- even if I couldn't change anything at all-- the fact that someone heard her, could stay in that moment with her and bear witness, meant that she wasn't alone.
It's a short story about a girl who look back to her past memories and rethinking about how she was brave and strong enough to go through every suffering in her life without giving up on anything, even though she was mentally challenged and mentally hurt about everything. She just wants to reback the time and go back to her past self, wipes her tears, cares about her, listen to her teenage self and tell her that she was strong but unfortunately she couldn't do that, but she was happy that there was someone who listens to her, heards her every tearful stories, bears everything with her, stays with her, motivate her, give her reason to live and that special one was her innerself~~~~
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