About Her

I am nineteen and she is thirteen. We met, and she said she would protect everyone she cares about. I am twenty-two and she is sixteen. She cried for the first time in front of me because she was not good enough. I am twenty-five and she is nineteen. She looked at me and said with a smile that she could do it. I am twenty-nine and she is twenty-three. She said she did it and had her own happiness. I watched her grow and grow into someone who stands at the top. I think I should be happy.