❝ There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. — Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.

Kim Nahee, a name in great absolute— a name vested to do great things. A name that brought and affixed smiles into her family after the countless joyful cheering of Christmas into the world. 23rd of January, 1997.

At least according to her father and mother. She didn’t grow up with a very prodigious lifestyle. Instead, she was taught of how to value everything she has, and not have it for granted.

Growing up on a home with foundation of having an old-fashioned type of living, Nahee developed a liking for reading books instead of gauging over in front of a television. And she carried this nature even when she reached her teenage years. She preferred reading novels, letting her creativity take control of her mind in each spoken dialogues and written words. She’d mostly spend her time on art museums, saving each penny and cent she has left from her allowances to save up for each entrance fees needed to be paid. Her peers and colleagues would always dot on her playfully, saying things like she’s an old lady trapped in a young one’s body. But nothing ever got to her to stop her ways and her likings.

After graduating from her high school, she decided that it would just be fitting if she moved away from her family, in her own accord. Her mind was set on its own concept that she was old enough to support herself, and to try to help her parents by not being a burden to them anymore. She craved instantaneous freedom and the thought of being exposed to things she hasn’t tried agitated her even more. It took series of long pleadings and discussions before her parents finally agreed to her aforementioned idea.

She moved closer to the central city; busy, loud and bustling any time of the day as compared to where she grew up.

Having to transfer to a different school on a completely new environment, it was sure gonna be a big obstacle for her to overcome with, as she's left depending on no one but herself.