who am I?

Sometimes I see a mirror and ask the someone who appears as a reflection there:

"Who are you?"

she answers: " you."

I keep asking to myself about a life I live right now. Why I always meet good people, who help me in my troubles, who go with me in my life, who always there for me when I sad, while some others around me surrounded by "bad" people.

is life unfair?

who am I, god?

When I was in Jakarta, I betrayed my mother, never speak to my sister, fought with my brother, never been good to my grandparents who grew me up, seldom to say thank you to my aunty who always fullfill my daily needs..It made me become an "outsider" in my family. I've never been close to them like most o my friends with theirs..they can chat with their sisters, support by parents,etc etc..me? never.

I am an "outsider" in my family. I have never felt to have a blood family in my own hometown.

But those kind of things made me close to everyone except my blood-family. I am close to my bestfriend's family, I can build a great relation with new people I met, I can do everything I want to do, go everywhere I want, back home everytime I need..

I am just a bad girl, who is "rejected" by my family

In here..I am become famous (I don't know in what reasons) in my semester and also this semester. Even I dont know most of people in this term right now, but they know me..

Who am I in this village?

I am working in a famous hotel in here, but it doesn't mean:

     1. The owner of the only one supermarket in here drove me from my house until hotel during a snow-rainy day.

     2. My german teacher's daughter (from goethe institute jakarta) visited me in this mountains.

     3. Guests gave my manager and me box of chocolate and they said to my manager: "das ist für die kleine asiatisch."

     4. After japan earthquake and tsunami, there was guests that worried if I come from Japan and something happened to my family.

    5. Good people around me, and I always feel that God keeps open my way step by step..And I always welcome to every place I go. Everywhere I go, I go home.

I just keep asking to my self: "Why I was born to follow this way?"