Chapter VII: AMINA

           Hi, Amina—the name given by my mother who loves me and sees me like an angel to her eyes. I am now seven years old and I loved playing alone along with the tons of toys bought by Uncle Martin who treated me like her real daughter and I appreciated his efforts to make my mother happy.

            I remembered how Uncle Martin taught my mother how to drive a truck loaded with logs to be delivered to different areas in Sandakan, Malaysia. I was just in the backseat and enjoying the views of moving cotton clouds, the synchrony of birds flying above the sky, the scenery of each mountain we passed by from the windows of the truck. I felt how bumpy the roads were, and I was just trying to be in sync with the motions. The smile sketched on my face was priceless. I did not know why I felt the joy but I just went with the flow of time.