In a small rural area of America lived a girl named Adie. She was on her third year of college taking up a degree in Medical School. Her parents met in an online platform, her mother is a Filipina and her stepfather was an American citizen. Back in the Philippines she was living a poor life; they barely manage to eat at least three times a day. She was physically and verbally abused by her biological parents. She almost experienced everything in a young age and it made a big impact of how she is towards her parents versus other people. She’s the girl who’s not easy to love and understand. She overthinks a lot. She’s a ticking time bomb. She’s nervous and spontaneous all at once. As she was on her way out of her bedroom, she once again looks at her reflection on the vanity mirror and let out a big sigh then made her way out to the kitchen to fetch a sandwich before her mother can see her and nag early in the morning. She started to walk to the train station alone, reached for her earphones on the pocket of her oversized jeans and plugged it into her ears and then maximizes the volume of her sad music. She bumped into some people of her age; she immediately smiled and greeted them like she was the most joyful and unproblematic person in the whole wide world. She walked with them to the train station and into their university chitchatting about their academic activities. When they’ve arrived at the university, Adie