n her own world with no space, she thought, “Who is she to say such things? She, my own mother doesn’t even know me well. She doesn’t know I have no friends. She doesn’t know who I am or how I act in school. She only assumes and thinks that her assumptions are always right.” For a daughter, her mother should and must not be questioned, therefore, everything was kept to herself. There was no one who she can share her feelings with.

Slowly, everything she kept build up and became something she can’t avoid- hatred. She need not be compared to her all-rounder brother. She need not be someone worthy only of her father’s love. Yet, it happened. Life was unfair but she still accepted it with an open mind with doubts if she should do so.

When she reached the tuition centre situated on the third floor, she straight away went to the back of the building instead into her class. She could not face her friends. Ever so many times, she thought of running away. All sorts of feeling she experienced and then, she thought of SUICIDE. After all, she was standing at a high-rise building where she could see a part of the city she lived in for the past four years.

Confused, she was. Yet, it was already decided. She climbed over the bars. She braced herself and gathered all the courage she had. She let go of the bars a finger at a time and let herself fall with her eyes shut. The wind caressed her pale face, running through her hair.

“Thump!” and that was all that was heard. Perhaps someone must have saw her jumping or someone suspecting something that ma