When I was 6, I lost both my parents.
I was brought up by my granny.
Now, I'm 24.
I used to have a 4-year relationship with my boyfriend, but we broke up last year.
And last month, my granny decided to leave me too.
All the people closest to me,
left me sooner than I could imagined.
Am I that terrible to be with?
Ever since, I've been living like a robot. I have a set of routine.
Every day, I wake up, I get to work, then come back to bed.
It's practically the same every day.
Until last week,
I passed by the pet shop just at the corner of the street opposite my house.
A tortoise was let out of the cage and it crawled towards me.
It sparked something in me. I felt fated to meet it. There was an unexplainable connection to it and thought, why not. From what I've learnt, tortoises have long life span. I bet it wouldn't leave me sooner than I do.
Now I have someone to say goodbye too if I happened to leave the world too.