Anita sat beside the window sill, tears streaming down her eyes. The myriad of emotions going through her was too much to contain or display.
This story should actually end before it even begins. If I had to describe Appa’s diplomatic side, I would have to end this tale by
It was a year of self-discoveryOf acknowledging my limitationsOf achievements and failuresOf gains and losses It was a year of awakeningOf exploring my limitsOf stretching