BRAVEMANIA

What if there is no heroine in my story? Simple! Date with Bravery, kill the monster and crown myself.

Dear Bravery

Yesterday, I wrote a handwritten letter to a girl telling me about her feelings when she jumped from the 24th floor of the building to be freed from the trapped world. She reminded me of our love story, how do we find and fight together.

Do you remember the first time we met?

My parents came from a poor province in Vietnam and rent a house to open a small cafeteria to serve lunch for students and workers since I was born. Throughout my childhood, my family was always trapped in the loop of poor destiny. The first months of our restaurants marred in my mind: hot well-prepared foods waiting in empty seats. When things started to improve, the owner would take the house back. Customers couldn’t follow us like a Starbuck. and we always had to start our journey again.

My failure to help parents grasp our success was just like a knife puncturing me. That obsession built me a habit of bulldozing every wall of limits, physiologically, and mentally. I became a Scout girl in that craving for boldness.

There were days in that challenge that I was fatigue in a wild forest because my glasses were lost in the waterfall. But you came to me for the first time, propelled me into the reflection on springs, and murmured: “If you couldn’t overcome such challenges, how can you defend your family from hardships?” That whispering pushed me out of chasms, kept my head high, and strengthened my soul every day.

In 2013, my parents were indebted and stuck with thousands of dollars in loans. When my mother felt under her knees, cried hopelessly, and asked me to mortgage her wedding ring for interests, I fought back tears and used all of the courage left inside me to promise my mother that I would not let this situation last any longer.

Since that, I was in charge of all business administration in the restaurant and started up my personal jewelry brand to handle loans for my family. I spent my 17 years old riding my bike 35km per day to sent orders for customers and washing dishes for 5 hours until 5 AM.

During that time, only you were there for me.