"Welcome home, my 'self'…"
Dropping from her left eye was a single tear, wetting her left cheek before falling eventually from her little chin—fell out exactly when the child's little pair of reddish-brown eyes glimpsing that warm but faintly aloof radiance of spring engulfing the dreary everlasting winter atop those distant mountains. Those flowery flames of spring the child could barely make a glimpse of, indeed was quite a mundane scenery, but it was enough to kindle a small flame of her own inside… a new feeling that started to grow and shape something poignant within her where a sense of guilt and sweet had harmoniously coalesced seemingly into a whole new 'self' of hers… the 'self' who had roved for quite some time, fighting a battle for something she didn't know she could have in the first place,
"…and forgive me… for I had to harshly wrench you back from that wilderness of blossoms, the embers of your dying struggle, because there wasn't so much time left."
