How can I define what life is when I had but only one tender lick to its flavor perfection? If I had to perish twice in this brutal world, it would be in the name of my father, mother…and sister. But…if there was any scenario for me to mend my mistakes—at any price, I would pay it a thousand times over. I wouldn’t mind that the pain would strike me a million times worth of daggers, a million wounds to endure. A million scares to expose. They were there and now forever.