I didn’t like the idea of going back to finish my college degree; I knew what might happen; I could make more mistakes. I was afraid. I will be called a cheater and a damn liar. I preferred to stay home; cleaning Abdullah's house, cooking him dishes, washing dishes; and doing nothing more. Rather than being a stigma. I had stopped dreaming, stopped thinking of reaching for the stars; I lost the taste of life; of being alive. Even my writing had become bland. I have become a cold body with a dead soul.