From childhood, she chose paths she believed would lead her to what she wanted. Day by day and year by year, she walked those paths, hoping to find love, care, heartfelt presence, support, and much more. Sometimes those paths were on the right, sometimes on the left. She chose them wisely, proudly, and with hope.
Her dream was to become the main character in someone’s life—or, you could say, the protagonist of someone’s book—just like in the movies where a hero and a heroine exist.
If I were to describe her nature, I would say she is like a butterfly. She loves to fly and to linger where flowers bloom, both day and night. But the paths she chose so carefully began, little by little, to grow darker. The lights that once seemed bright slowly faded, one by one.
Yet she is a butterfly, and she longs for sunlight. With a face full of disappointment, she turned away from each of those paths. Her wings grew weaker and weaker, until she could no longer fly and had to walk on her small, delicate feet.
She had no other choice, so she walked—slowly, steadily. The road became so familiar that she did not even realize how far she had gone. When she finally looked back, she discovered she was walking on a straight road.
And yes, it was the main road.
