This is where the she grew up. Two decades of her life, and I guess she'll be counting a little more. It's actually alright, she loves being home. In her room, where all her dolls & bears, together with her seven nice-but-sometimes-not-quite friend dwarfs, is where she truly feel at peace. Her little room, is her sanctuary. And in this room, another story unfold. She cried, she laughed, she dreamed and died. Too many battles she fought, too many heartaches and downfalls. But in the end, one thing really matter, with wounded soul and broken heart, with drying tears and bleeding cuts, and with so much weight upon her back... comes the strength that only from softness you can achieve, and from this strength, she sets her feet as firmly as she can, because she believes that only from standing firm, you can see that you are above the world.
