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"17th of April, 1981, the night my parents were murdered. It was the very night that I had lost all faith in humanity."

Violet Sinclair, a very rich yet very broken girl, had seen that her parents had been brutally murdered when she was very young. Her parents were verbally abusive and had high expectations from her; the perfect grades, the perfect looks, the perfect clothes. To make it worse, she had a physical disability called Fibromyalgia, a very severe and harrowing disorder. From what she had experienced as a child, she believed that humanity was greedy, selfish and impure; that people were blinded by wealth. However, that all changed, when she was adopted by a poor, yet happy family. She ignored the bliss and received it as ignorance. She displayed loath towards the family, as she did towards her classmates.

Hope was lost and faith had faded, yet something beamed bright in her dark path; a old man who had experienced a similar fate when he also was quite young. They befriended each other as she embarked on an adventure of acceptance, happiness, enjoyment and appreciation of life.