Autumn in Sicily, Italy (end story)
I was in the cart of horses, and waving my hands, 20xx from violin concert on the way to Italy Palace. Then suddenly, my cart of horses exploded and i throwed away fallen then dying. And another girl was in Palace w my grandma and cars, and then i came in to Palace, they kicked me. Who was there? She was my best friend, then i went to Indonesia w collecting some money w playing violin. And my sprit father came and cuddle lifting me up and sayin : Dont wanting Palace, they are lazy and haughty, not creative, not intuitive. Go beyond explore your world having experiences. Then, i went to airport, i bought a book titled, "Tears on My Pillow" and bible to read all on plane. And i found some wisdom from both that Sadness is not making someone greatest--but the greatest is humble heart and forgiving heart. And my spirit father came again and sayin : Chase kindness, and knowledges, if you stumble, remember, spirit father will lift you up, if no spirit father anymore, true good man ...