When I started looking at others as a reflection of myself, I realized that we are all the same; we are all made up of the same stardust, yet, shaped by our individual experiences. I, too, walked some dark shadows of life since my younger years. My 24 years presented an array of people to forgive; they come in varied colors—from pitiful abusers and cheaters, to a pack of little users. The empty promises and false hopes tied with bullies along my way, and the salty fact of nev er knowing how a father embraces a daughter were a handful of my dimmest regrets. Plus, being physically abused by someone remained the hardest thing to swallow. Looking back over the past couple of years, I was emotionally wounded, sometimes unbeknownst to the achievers. It felt like no amount of apology will correct these wrongs; no words will wipe off the tear stains on my bed. There have been regrets over those learning events, but still, joys and many lessons graced my life; many questions still linger—