colleen hover

Less-like, option, and the last in line. Those are adjectives. Words that best describe Janinah Scieryle Esquivel. Living to exist as a replica of her dear sister. Expected to be in the medical field, running their company. She has to be on Top, reigning into the summit. She has to think sharp, without feeling any rebukes and qualms. She has to follow orders, having no questions and uncertainties. She has to be Janinah, the obedient daughter living with her parent's idea. Leading to a heart-wrenching reality that she's actually forgetting her dreams already. With her splintered hopes and shattered wishes. She writes her thoughts, for she was never given a chance to free them. To escape the society's standards. To breathe from the expectations and to prevent herself from drowning into the sea of WHAT IFS. Her life revolves into the scheme of organize ideas that her parents plotted. The cuffs on her neck asphyxiant and deprive her from breathing but she never complains. Not until the ghost from the past came, acting as if he never left. Pushing her to fly with her barren wings. How selfish of him too asked to stay, well, in fact, he never did