8230;a world I weave, I love and live. I built a sandcastle once. It was everything I ever wanted. I built it with my own hands. I shaped every wall, every tower, every bit of it with my hands and my mind. Not allowed to go straying off to build sand castles elsewhere, away from home. I built it higher each day under the bright summer shine. I told you so, voices whisper again.

And when the people they expressed their need to overlook that, they break inside. The fact is, they are the ones to blame. They have not learnt to set expectations of people and on an adhoc basis, they cannot expect to find people to make space for them.