the start of the wait.

She went out with her friends, telling herself to be happier and cheer up, but he was at the back of her mind all along. She couldn't remove his face from her mind. She went to a concert and screamed and cheered, but she seemed to be venting her misery rather than screaming for joy. A song came up, which reminded her badly of him, tears came to her eyes and she tried to blink them away, while cheering, screaming and applauding loudly. Later in the night, her dad asked her about her dreams, and he was the first thing that came to her mind. Tears streamed down unwillingly and she turned away from her dad, not willing to let him see her tears. Her dad reminded her that she wanted a real house with stairs when she was young. That was her dream. But what her dad didn't know was that she wanted a real house with stairs with everyone she love living with her in it. It was the big home she wanted, not just a big house. But she had many dreams when she was young. She had wanted to be a teacher and singer and all other possible types of dreams. The very last one she really wanted was to be a good wife and mum. It might sound like a joke to others, but she took it seriously. She thought of the next day, when she would exchange 5 hours for 4 years, and smiled, 'I am strong enough,' repeating this line over and over again to herself, not knowing whether it is true or not.