MY FEET felt heavy as I crossed the rocky road in that area. I’m not familiar and I don’t know where that is. But my feet hurt and I just endured the feeling of small, sharp rocks piercing on them. Despite the fact that the said place is stranger to me I still can’t help to admire it. The scenery was beautiful and the fresh air was fragrant, mixed with the smell of dew-soaked grass and the petals of wildflowers. That place was so beautiful and even though I had no idea where I really was, that thought didn't seem to matter to me anymore. I didn’t even care about the rocky road I was treading, because what was more important to me in those moments, was the wonderful feeling that was given to me as if that place seemed like paradise. After all, I grew up on a large, beautiful hacienda. Yes, I am an heiress, and one day my brother and I were the two heirs to that hacienda. And because of that kind of place where I grew up, I thought, I shouldn't have felt so much amazement here. B
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