A cool morning breeze touches my face.
Sitting by the window where I can see the vast sky, yet holding a broken heart and a tired soul. My eyes have dried from tears, but my heart still burns from past pain.
I keep asking myself, “Was this my fate? Is this my share of life—to feel lost and weary at such a young age?”
In the city where I breathe, being a girl sometimes feels like a crime. Here, there is no choice. I have to forget my dreams and face harsh realities.
But even in the darkest moments, hope for tomorrow lives in my heart.
I told myself maybe one day everything will be alright.
Yet, while I hoped, another pain came.
My father, who stood by me in this hard world, was diagnosed with cancer. We fought together for a year, but fate decided his final days.
He passed away just three days before the new year.
That morning, his hand was in mine, and gently, he left me.
This wound will remain in my heart forever and never fade. 💔
Though life has been tough and my heart still aches,
I decided not to lose hope.
By creating handmade crafts and sharing my art, I want to build a path toward success and a brighter future.
Every video, every handcrafted piece, is a step toward a better tomorrow.
Join me and follow this hopeful journey. 🌟🖐️