Tonight I got a gift from my friend, though we're not really close friends. I got shock when taking it from her. That's my own story. She prints it out and make it into a book. It's really a professtional fiction. I was about to cry as seeing my name on the top of the book, and her name is at the bottom of the main page as a designer.

It sounds weird for a girl who study Business Adminstration major, have a fond of writing. My friends always talks about me as a practical girl since I am really that kind of person. Or as material girl, who loves valuable stuffs. However, inside of my mind, I have my own world - my fiction world. I love imagination, though everyone says it's useless. I am willing to spend all day for thinking and writing just only one chapter. I am so happy to cry as receiving the comments from my beloved readers. I don't know what encourage makes me do that. Now I realize it's strength from my friends, and my readers. I seriously want to become a writer, though my dream is hard to be true. But I never give it up, and always cherish it in my soul. 

All of sudden, I realize the most valuable thing is not becauseof its price. But it's because of your own effort. It's more precious than everything.

Thank you, Becky Luu. You help me found myself