MY LIFE IN the prison for six years was a period of time to collect myself together from the pieces that were scattered during the time of 17 years that I was broken; from the time I lost my parents. Though my memory was lost and though I didn’t know I lost them, still… there was a heavy burden inside me which limited the peace in my mind.For me to realize what that burden was, what I had wanted was a pause in my life; a little time to resurrect myself. Until those years, that I sat in the corner of a dark room with the metal bars in front of me, I did not come to the awareness why it felt so heavy. Finally, when the relief flooded in to my life, how much I wished I had that pause earlier? Maybe then… none of these would have happened.Guilt. It was something that was embarked deep within my conscience and when it got dipped with regret, it had the ability of tearing my soul apart. Killing was not the only thing that bought me guilt and regret. I was a person loved by a lot and still