In class, she was asked to describe herself. For a moment, she just stood and went silent...

because she
couldn't find the right words to describe what she really is.

She knows herself, but at the same time, she didn't. It was confusing. But with a deep breath, she
searched in her mind, for the letters she needed to make the words... although they may not be right,
but hopefully, accurate.

She was a puzzle the day she was born. But pieces of her kept on falling as she grows up. Some pieces
she gave away to those she loves. Some she threw away because she hated them, and some went on
missing after others tried to take them away.

"I'm like a puzzle... with lots of missing pieces. Hoping one day, I can finally fill those empty spaces and
be whole again." She said.

-Anjelee.