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I find the commute from the metro station back home is my weakest time of the day. I was sitting in the train, and thoughts brought me back to a year ago. It is like I could see him and me sitting across the aisle from me, hugging, talking to each other with occasional laughter. Happy and so into each other. Tears dropped on handbag of the real me.

Seriously, I should carpool with Ran and his roomates to come home more often. At least, they make me laugh.

I remember when I was in the middle school, my father took me out for a walk in the afternoon of the chinese new year's eve. Most of time, he talked about family history, my grandma, and how he grew up. There was once he told me that even I look tiny, I shall never let others to look down on me. People will get to know you by your acts eventually. The words you can put up can only last temporarily.

Ever since then, I ask myself if I have done less than I claimed. I am afraid that people who know me by my acts later get disappointed. After seeing so much of talking in the air around me, I am glad that I have more to offer than what I said I can. Of course, soon I will ask myself the same question again.

From a poor family's daughter to today's me.