At first, she said she didn’t know how to swim but not later after that I saw her perfectly performing a backstroke in the public pool when I discovered she was teaching there. She never gave an explanation and I never asked for any. Soon after, I asked her again, she said she was scared--- had a lot to consider but not a trauma. But I somehow knew at that moment that she wasn’t, she wasn’t scared at all. She gazed at the sea as something divine, something heavenly for her to have it all to easily. Soon after I’s ask her again, this time she didn’t bother to say anything but gave a melancholic smile while her eyes glittered at a thought I could never understand or even get from her. That’s how it went from then on when my endless curiosity took over my will of words. I knew I should have stopped sooner, but I always felt like something was pulling me to ask her that question over and over again.