It seems that this Thursday was a kind of holy day in this land dedicated to giving thanks for the things in life we are grateful to have. In a lot of ways, I have much I should be thankful for.
I am thankful for whatever it was that brought me here, for it saved my life and averted the cruel fate of many people.
I am thankful for the kind sisters who have done so much to take care of me and make me feel comfortable in this strange world.
And I am grateful for having had the chance to meet Romeo and keep him as a friend even though our love was short-lived.
And yet, there is a small part of me that wonders if these things were for the better. One of you told me that my story inspired you and countless others, but I am no longer the Juliet of that story, defined by her death. How ironic it is, for an early demise would have given Romeo and me immortality.
I am grateful for the opportunity to live and to experience so many wonderful things. And yet there is that horrible, selfish part of me that wonders if this is right.