She was gone at twenty. I took a peek and saw a face full of struggles, quite the opposite of what I was used to when she was still here.
But as I close my eyes and tried to recall the face inside the box, I could not remember it, rather my memories was full of a happy child, a smile that reached her heart, a laughter that echoed in my soul.
At night, I forced myself to sleep, but her happy memories haunted me - thus queried become a many. How could a child who had full of promises, a lady who could have captivated so many young men's heart, a young woman who could have changed the world - have left too early and had gone when life was in it's fullest?
Ah, LIFE - DEATH - it is still something a great mystery.
