I remember the day I truly met him, the love of my life, or the man whose mother attempted to destroy my life. It was a dreary Saturday morning: I felt and heard the gale gushing from east to west which broke the deafening silence inside my maternal families' serene abode. This type of weather is abnormal to occur in Shanghai: the scorching city. Considering it's winter, I guess that would be the excuse for the weather. The frigid weather doodled upon my frost-covered window, sculpturing elegant-looking snowflakes as the snow trickled down from the dismal sky and into my murky, snow-covered garden. There was a loud noise coming from across the street: It might have been the moving van engine stuck in the thick snow or maybe the new neighbor's stomach growling for pancakes with chocolate syrup- I know I was craving for some. Mother would make pancakes occasionally and they were scrumptious. Placing my cinderella-themed mug down onto the wooden side table noticing how intricate the chinese symbols on there were beautifully carved. Looking back at this memory, I realise those are the symbols of each miraculous. The original miraculous box. How could My family have known about such powerful jewels? Careless 5 year old me obviously would not have noticed this since I had not known about the miraculouses at the time. The imagine of the design must have escaped my mind within minutes of looking at it, but the face of my resurrected love would never. I may have forgotten it but I would always remember it. My thoughts were interrupted by what was about to be seen next. Oh no I'm so clumsy my squeaky 5 year old voice exclaimed upon seeing the mug slip from her grasp. Yes, "her". She is not "me". I am different, changed. I'm no longer innocent, especially with blood on my hands. She however, is innocent without blood on her hands. Looking through the burrow hole, past me gazed out of the frosty window to see that there were many boxes to be placed into the neighbors' new house. The cause of that irritating sound was from the back tire of the moving van reversing backwards. It seemed peculiar that someone would decide to live in that house because of the brutal crime committed in that abode: It's been vacant for over a decade- maybe the family didn't know about it. I should welcome the new family into the neighborhood, I thought, only if they would apologize for that annoying van noise. I smiled watching over this memory as I mouthed "but I would have to wait for mom because I'm too little" in sync with the moment of when this was said. However, my mother was asleep at the time so I remember sneaking towards the front door wearing a warm coat to shelter me from the weather. Before 5 year old me did so she had to gather the shattered mug. Whilst watching her gather the pieces, I looked up and noticed something terrifying through the window.
