I remember clearly on a Saturday afternoon I saw my mom sobbing to my dad in his study room I didn’t quite understand what had happened until my dad saw me peaking inside… he came out to tell me the news of what happened. My grandpa died of a stroke in the middle of the night, it had tremendously upset me because I thought I cured away his pain. Ever since that moment it felt as if the cause of his death was my fault. People keep telling me it’s not my fault I was only eight years old, but until today it still somehow feels as if I could have done more to save my grandpa from dying. From there on, I felt as if it was my duty to cure people which has given the motivation for me to study people’s brains and their behavior to help them fight their mental illness.

I thanked them, and I told them how their grandma was the one with the beautiful voice when she sang ‘Bésame Mucho’. They gave me a confused expression…

Once we found our exit it led us outside into an alley where the buildings that surrounded us were made of brick, and we heard voices eerily saying, “Where are you going? You’re missing out on all the fun.”

He checked if there were any more on the other side of the paper. Nothing. The husband was concerned based off the note that sounded as if she was in danger. What is going on?

As I saw the book, I heard it calling me to take ownership of what I needed to protect in there as if it was telling me I have the power to control everything.

The first half of the show goes by, we were finally in intermission, which means do whatever you need to do for yourself. Lily asks me, “What do you think so far? Isn’t it beautiful?!” She looked so giddy, “like, did you see how that ballerina tip-toed in one stride?! That looks so easy, but I bet it’s not easy at all.” They did make it look easy and it’s not half bad.