Blank Pages and Wolves
Here I am—a foreigner who landed in one of the most beautiful countries, yet a place where, as a single mother, you are constantly challenged, day and night.
In this land, newcomers arrive as blank pages, writing their stories based on how they present themselves. In other words, it seems that following the law or breaking it is less important than how well you can influence—or manipulate—others.
That’s the painful truth. I can’t help but feel that I’ve failed—not because I did something wrong, but because I held tightly to the law and to my deeply rooted values.
Life, as I’ve come to learn, isn’t as fair as I once believed it to be, nor as just as I had hoped. Justice has always been my strongest guiding value—something I’ve stood for and fought for my entire life.
But now, those values feel more like ideals—noble, yet impractical. Sadly, life here seems to reward those who act like wolves… and only the strongest wolves survive.
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