Ever since I was little I already knew what I wanted to do in my future.

     I do not remember any heroic events that occurred that triggered me of wanting it. There’s no like I was trapped in a room surrounded by fire and smoke when this awesome fireman came to save me and we ran through walls of fire just to get out of there, or a policewoman fearlessly climbs on a tall tree to save my little kitty and I find her so cool… None of that.

     I was just watching cartoons on the television one fine afternoon when I climbed up the shelf just to get the remote so I can change the channel and see if there’s other better show showing. But as little as I am, I fell off and accidentally my arm hits on mom’s magazine rack that’s resting on the corner.

     I was so afraid to be caught, so I immediately stood up to clean them, and then suddenly there it was… The Twinkle Magazine. My eyes sparkled as I scanned and stare at the beautiful woman posing on the cover. She got pretty gown on, her face was so chic and classy, her legs are so long… Ah never thought I’d see such beautiful piece in my life,

     She’s twinkling…

     How much envied her…

     How much I wanted to be her…

     I wanted to be a model.

     However, not all things come to how you wish it to be. When I grew up, I reached 162cm and never got taller afterwards. When I stand next to my model-li