My Story

After working in the airline industry for about year and half, something began to change in the company. The Russian airline was represented decide to launch their own system directly in Myanmar. Instead of working through representatives like our company, travel agencies and tourism companies could now access their booking system themselves and purchases tickets directly. From that moments, our roles as the main representative slowly disappeared. My boss was no longer intere

After I reurend home from Cambodia, I didn't immediately jump into another job. I felt like my mind and heart needed time to slow down. So much had happened in such as a short period of my life that I needed a moment just to breathe again. For about a month, I stayed at home resting and thinking quietly about my next step. Sometimes I would sit alone and wonder how life could change direction so quickly. Just months earlier I had been in another country, trying to build a fut

Sometimes the road that takes us far from home is the one that helps us discover who we really are. While I was working at the airline, I met a man who would later become ex-my husband. At the beginning, our relationship felt smooth and peaceful. Like most couples, we had small misunderstandings sometimes, mostly because of communication differences but we always tried to solve them and move forward. At that time, I believed we were growing together. At that time, I believed

I was seventeen when my life suddenly changed again. Not long before that, everything seemes stable. And my father came back and look after for his family and supporting me and my sister. He let me study one of the best "English Language" International School in my home country. I was surrounded by friends and the kind of life that felt comfortable and secure. At that age, I never imagined how quickly everything could disappear. But life has a way of shifting when we least ex

Growing up, I learned to stay quiet. After everything that had happened in my childhood, silence felt safer than speaking. I became the kind of child who watched the world from a distance instead of stepping into it. Inside, I wanted the same things other children wanted. I wanted friends. I wanted someone to laugh with, someone to play with, someone who understood me. But fear followed me everywhere. I had been taught that being alone was safer. I had learned that trusting p

When people ask where a story begins, the answer is often childhood. For me, my childhood was not simple or peaceful. It was beginning of many emotions I did not understand at that time. I came from a broken family. When I was five yeras old, my parents separated. My father worked oversea as a sailor, so he was rarely home even when I was very young. Most of my memories of him are distant. One memory is still very clear in my mind. Shortly after my fifth birthday, my parents