I was 6 years old, when I first looked up at the stars and something inside me stirred a question that would never be fully answered, but would drive me to explore every corner of the universe . Although, I was reckless and curious about all the things around me, that didn't stop me to ask questions to the elders-- MOM, I asked the most embarrassing, and most nonsense things to her, fortunately, she isn't tired answering most of it, of course, to feed my curious little brain. When I got older I thought to myself, "enough!", I was making people around me "annoyed" or "uncomfortable", so much to the point they started to leave me and give me weird looks-- not that I care, but, for me to help myself get away in that embarrassing stage. Then, high school year comes-- Although, I am still adjusting to my environment. I'm still the curious, noisy girl that befriended everybody. that loud, cheerful girl-- Suddenly, that spark in me flickered and die...
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