They say imperfection is beautiful, can a ruins still be pretty, despite of its blisters after an attack and a lethal explosion?

Wasn't the destruction is the total death of something? Then why still call it imperfect and yet be found beautiful?

Was it really pleasing to look at a broken thing?

The darkness of the skin from the senescence is scary right? Spooky things gives horror to almost everyone.

If a beauty once upon a time fades, will it be loved by its imperfection, darkness and brokenness?

“You know what, he is living in our village, he can be a good friend, and he is your schoolmate.” the gladness of my fathers’ voice was just too positive that it even dazzled the just turned five-year old me that time.

“Oh. They’re they are. Hello Atacia, it’s good to see you.” my father was even joyful when his so-talked people came in the mansion.

They greeted each other, then father came over with smiles to introduce the new came visitors.

“This is Alney, Hope. Alney this is my pretty princess, Hollice Penelope.”

“Hi. Happy birthday.” a skinny and tall kid waved delightfully, the five year old me just smiled curtly as I saw his crooked teeth, I blinked when the frame of his spectacles flashed a sheen from the chandeliers light in the mansion's receiving area.

“I can hold the bike while paddling it you know, so you won’t fall again.” the six year old me scoffed when Alney put the band-aid on my scratched right calf.

I was so eager to learn paddling, but when couldn’t balance well, that’s why I fell together with the bike.

“I can do it. You can just wait there.” I pointed the pine trees, few meters from where we are. He just nods and smile, I don’t like seeing his crooked fangs and two crooked teeth under it too. But I like him smiling.

Alney’s a good kid that he’d rather settle on a corner and let the others bully him than defend his self, so I always do that it him, I defended him, instead. Because no one should bully him, but me…

“Why did you used it when you know it’s your first time?” the nine-year old me is biting the lips for repent as the tears is almost falling. It was the biggest graze I ever had. I got it when I was practicing alone with the skateboard, sneaking it from my brother, that’s why I was in so much reverie, never noticing that it was more complicated than learning bicycle.

He cleaned my toes with a water from the tumbler he was holding and put some med on it.

And that made him brought medicine kit every weekends when we go out for my whims and he’d always sit on a pavement and watches me all the time. He was just there on the other side, like a bodyguard and a personal physician.

“Aw!” I pushed him a bit, when he took my right arm to bring me in a shedded part so I’d avoid the sunrays.

“Why?” he looks concern now.

“I was learning kick boxing. So my brother gave me drills yesterday on how to strengthen my ahhm...” I shared him with my total happy face.

“To strengthen your muscles.” he completed it and I nodded several times.

“But when I woke up this morning, my body is aching, look at my arms, there were no bruises but it feels like swelling.”

“You strained your muscles, Hope. ‘What part was painful?”

I pouted. “My thighs too.”

“Wait here..” then he runs... back to their house, he came back again panting, as he sat beside me taking the tape out.

“I think I know what you will become when you grow up” I raised my brows while grinning.

“Your personal physician?”

“Yes! But not just my doctor. You are a good doctor.” I was sure of it. He is a good person.

“You will become a good doctor, a hero, a savior, you...