I never knew my life could be different than it is. I’ve always wanted something more. I guess this is how things started. I am only a mere girl at the age of thirteen years old. I have no parents and live alone. What is this life? This is not a life. I have no family and no one to help me. I live in a garden with butterflies and beautiful flowers. But, no companionship. I guess you call this world a world with no love. Sure. I’ve got those animals who show love but no one who can talk and tell me things. I want love. I want to have the feeling of having a family and friends to talk too. But, that won’t happen. Nothing happens here in the world of The Secret Garden called Rosemoon. This seems like a desolate but lovely place. But, it is my home. Never less a small town with the population of 1. With the heart of thousands. Little do you know the small desolate garden called Rosemoon would not be small much longer.

I woke up one morning wondering to myself. What is life? Is life a place of anger and hurt or is life something that is happy and joyous. Alas, I had no answer. Life is both. I guess life is a place of anger and hurt for me since no one really loves me. Is there anyone out there? Or am I just a figure of someone’s imagination? Life is horrible sometimes.. I am so confused yet so tired. All day and night I wonder around the garden I live in and nothing. I follow the trails and the flower bushes yet all I find are butterflies and nothing but pure bliss. Yet, this pure bliss did not seem peaceful at all. It felt like a silent hell. No one to talk too and no one to love.