The girl in the window is not in a horror movie nor in a fiction novel.
The girl who has now learned that money is not important in life but rather being with her mother is the most important thing in this world.
The girl who went overseas to find a greener pasture for her family and had sacrificed a lot of her happiness to provide everything for her loved ones back home. The girl who offered every sweat and tears to work hard to earn good living abroad and spent years and years of loneliness in another part of the world, away from family and friends.
The girl who has been bullied by other people, who has been degraded despite her educational background, and the girl who married a wrong guy, who eventually went with another woman.
The girl who has been disgraced and left nothing but herself as a wall to stand still despite everything she has done to love and gave everything she has, faith, time, money and love. The girl who’s annulment process is left in her shoulders, to pay for it to be free.
This girl has a lot of skeleton hiding in the closet, who fears to come out in the open and be accepted for what she is and what she has now.
The girl who tried to be a woman in many ways but left behind, push every mistake and point all fingers to her and blamed everything to her.
This girl is going back home soon, God willing, to be with her mother.
This girl is going to leave her great overseas career just to be with her mother and start all over again.
The girl in the photo is ME.
No other than, yours truly.
I am Eden, the girl in the window.
