I used to be a person who enjoyed doing a lot of things. The activities that I loved ranged from fencing to giving out my writing services to people needing the right words to say on paper. However, these things seem to be a thing of my past now.

Two years ago, I had the first brush with death as my youngest sister died in a school bus crash. I usually pick her up after school so that we can eat sundaes and walk around the mall. However, I had a competition that day so I told her to go with the school bus instead. I blame myself for her death to this day.

I guess her death made me lose the passion I once had for life. I quit the fencing team, delegated my writing tasks to someone else and stayed mostly at home. With my sister, my passion died as well.