The answer is arbitrary: as elusive as a throw of the dice.
The rejection was painful, especially since we could not fathom why it developed. We wondered if we were at fault, what we had done, and how we could make amends.
I had a friend. When I was eight years old, I had a friend. Her name was Anni.
This is what I HAVE to tell.
Memory is a blessing and a curse.
May the last words of the victim surpass and outlast those of the killer.
Like Eva, I had to travel alone to a place where I knew no one, leaving my friends, my family, and my home.
Right then I decided to become a doctor.