Dear Diary,
She went back to her earlier days. Those days never really left her. She carried her decisions, her failures, and her pain everywhere, trying again and again to stand up. Everything was clear to her—she knew where she had gone wrong.
She had broken many hearts.
Everyone had expectations from her. They believed she would become a scientist or a professor. But she couldn’t even complete college. Somewhere along the way, she had failed herself.
Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered her mother’s efforts—for her and for her younger brother. The sacrifices, the hope, the trust placed in her weighed heavily on her chest.
Still, she smiled. A small, controlled smile.
Looking into Dariya’s eyes, she told herself, This time, I will make it—no matter how hard it gets.
Dariya smiled back, as if she understood everything. She knew this feeling well; once, she had stood in the same place.
“It’s okay, dear,” Dariya said with confidence. “I spoke to Elina about a hostel. She’ll help you find a job too. She’s my friend and runs her own hostel. We worked together years ago, so don’t worry. You can stay there and come here whenever you need.”
After a pause, she added warmly, “For now, stay here for a few days. I’ll show you around the city and tell you all the important things, so living here becomes easier. Don’t worry.”
Pashria’s eyes shone. Smiling, she said softly, “Sure. Thank you.”
She stood up and hugged Dariya tightly.
“You’re my godmother here,” she said with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
Pashria had always been like this. When she spoke kindly, people felt close to her—like family or old friends. There was an ease about her presence that made others comfortable.
Her smile was innocent, her eyes sharp and observant. She had a long, defined nose and an Indian brown skin tone—warm and natural. She was simple, not showy.
But she was never weak.
If she sensed lies or betrayal, her softness faded. She became alert, careful, and strong. She understood people more than they realized.
Here, in this new place, she was choosing to change.
She was no longer running from her past. She was no longer hiding behind her failures. This time, she was building a new version of herself—step by step, with courage.
Next part coming soon.,., /