Part 0 - Introductory
I know one day someone will read my story. Or the collective may be none, but somebody told me to, “Focus on the step in front of you, not the whole staircase.” So here goes something.
My story isn’t one like a fairy tale or even a love story. I had no other than an, ‘ordinary’ life. My story comes from hearts. Hearts that are black and blue from the rough hands they were put into. Many hearts to become one. Hearts that were beat into one.
Our stories start like every other, yet somehow, in someway it’s different.
