A lot of people do not discover their “why” until later on in life. Some may never really think they are alive for a purpose, but I am a solid believer that every single person on this planet has a purpose. The clues that our life has a purpose are in our plain view, but many do not take the time to reflect about their purpose, as many are distracted by their daily lives. I still have been in search for my purpose, and I may never find it. However, I found my “why” recently, and because I found my “why”, I will never give up my life, because my “why” is greater than any circumstance I find myself in. This story starts with the death of my sister, whom I was also named after. My sister passed away very tragically only at the age of four. I grew up always wondering why my mom was always afraid of heights, afraid of planes, and afraid of going up to the 11thfloor of any building. Every time I would ask my mother why she was so afraid of heights, my father would always interrupt and tell me I was too young to know. Before my grandma passed away, she told me the short story, but it was not until recently where I sat with my mother and discovered the true story of my sisters passing.
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