She found her lips curling up as she rattled the keys in her hand. Somehow, the rattling sound was giving her a sense of ownership and happiness, something she never felt before. She carefully observed the silver key chain in her hand.
“When did I get it?”, she thought to herself.
The key chain was a gift from her uncle that she received when she was 19 years old. At that time she thought of it as a souvenir from France that she had no reason to bring in use as she didn’t have any keys for the key-chain to hold. But, now things had changed. Just by looking at the keys, she could see how much she had matured over the past few years.
From an aimless girl to a strong one.
From a person who never cared about her clothing to a relatively sophisticated one.
From someone who never believed in herself to a confident one.
She was now a senior student with a job as well as the responsibility of her workplace.
“I hope I can protect what I have and perform my duties well!”, she thought to herself.
“So this was the key-chains destiny”