Everything you experience is a lesson.
It was the first thing Joan saw when she walked through the halls of her new school. Her age was not even a double digit then. But she remembered everything clearly. The memories had imprinted in her mind just as everything she learnt there grew in her heart.
She was grateful for the life she had in that building. Not only of the things she learnt in theory and in practice, but also for the people she met there. Those that stigmatised her for their positive vibes but also for the heartbreak their meanness had caused. Everyone had a place and a reason.
And everything served to make her stronger, braver and more determined.
She matured and grew to a better person when it was time to leave.
She was different when she walked out of the halls. Not even recognising herself and who she had become, she was proud she had survived.
The scars only served to remind her of all that had come in her life and the fact that she had managed to overcome all the obstacles and challenges that tried to bring her down.
She was still here. And she was resolute in making her presence even more prominent in the future. No matter what lay ahead.