I woke up while I had no tendency to face the real life, for another day...

In my new home, I have a bed and a book shelf,and a closet that I choose to keep empty from time to time...

I was relectant to make my bed, but I had to,as a habit.

For breakfast, I made old fashioned oat meal, 2 cups of milk and a scoop of women's protein,and eventhough it was late enough to start a day, I had to make sure I don't wake anyone else up...So I got dressed and hopped out and walked to school...

I started to sing in the way,just to cheer myself up, to divert my thoughts from odinary headaches and I have to admit, I was exmept from world's judgement at that very moment....

There I saw an Iranian lady,middle-aged, and struggling to figure out a parkmeter...She was hysteric and frustrated, asking random people if she could park there,so I approached her with a smile, and told her that she cant park since it was out of service;with her thick accent,she asked :"Izit beroken?iz okey?" and I hold myself so tight not to laugh,eventhough I had my fullest compassionayion for her...I told her that Im also Iranian and she doesnt have to speak English...and that she had to remove her car...at the end she said to me:"God bless you dear"...I went on singing & this time feeling more happy

I went back to school and later to class and before I knew it , it was already night...

I had to thank God for giving me another day, for being a blessing to someone and to be alive..afterall, we are fine pieces of puzzles in a mad world game, and it takes courage to live in such a small place...