"Sara, are you alright? Dinner is read--"

Heh.

Hi, I'm Sara Anohana. Nineteen years old.

You might think that this is plain boring, but, okay.

I'm an author.

Yes, I know I say things casually right now. But to tell you all, I'm kinda boring. So if you ever met me, I suggest that you shouldn't talk to me. I'm not that entertaining.

"Sara, why are there tear stains on your face?"

Oh yeah, the one asking me is my mom, Miera Anohana. Forty- Nine years old, cheerful, loving, selfless, encouraging, supportive.

"I just watched some sad anime, mom."

If there's anything you should hear from me, don't you dare watch Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day. (Well, unless if you wanna cry, go ahead, watch it. Just don't sue me.)

I feel great, just great. Well, not really. I have a huge case of writer's block happening to me right now. That's why I was watching some sad anime, to get inspiration.

But no, I get a bucket of tears instead of a bucket of inspiration.

So, I'll meet you guys in later entries? I guess so.