53 EPILOGUE

MY FEET felt heavy as I crossed the rocky road in that area.

I’m not familiar and I don’t know where that is. But my feet hurt and I just endured the feeling of small, sharp rocks piercing on them.

Despite the fact that the said place is stranger to me I still can’t help myself to admire it. The scenery was beautiful and the fresh air was fragrant, mixed with the smell of dew-soaked grass and the petals of wildflowers.

That place was so beautiful and even though I had no idea where I really was, that thought didn't seem to matter to me anymore. I didn’t even care about the rocky road I was treading, because what was more important to me in those moments, was the wonderful feeling that was given to me as if that place seemed like paradise.

After all, I grew up on a large, beautiful hacienda.