Chia longed for freedom to do as she pleased, but being a woman she was supposed to be more reserved, and quiet. She had one thing to say to that: Fuc... it. No matter what, she would get the freedom she so desperately craved. ‘One day soon. If not this year, then the next.’ she pledged herself as she ran through the nearby forest. She refused to go to parties and balls because she knew that if she went, her mother would try to match her up with some guy, and that would only limit her options. She hadn’t seen him before, she thought. He was defiantly not the kind of boy she would have remembered, though. He had rather plain, average features. He was as unnoticeable as Molly herself was. He pushed a strand of dark hair away from his green eyes, and looked at Molly. ‘You don’t know me, do you?’ he asked suspiciously. Molly shook her head, blushing. ‘Dan. Dan Johnson.’ Molly smiled slightly and shook her head again. ‘I’m sorry,’ she apologized. ‘I’m not very good with names, and I sort. I'm a boy, I'm not supposed to want to be a woman; but in the Amazon, Iwas a woman, a mother. Was that wrong? Was it bad? Should I put thatunder the cold steel scalpel and treat it like garbage?God, I don't know what to do. The truth is, I don't think I want to gothrough with the surgery, or the hormones, or any of that. I'm happy likethis, I'm having a great time, but I have to change back - don't I? Whatwould everybody say? "Oh, OK, you went to Brazil for a while and nowyou're a woman.. I greeted her gently Good evening ma’am it’s nice to see you can I come in?She welcomed me with a cute smile and asked me to sit in the sofa and she bought me coffee we three had chit chats and I become a favourite kid to them. I drank the coffee, after that professor trained me how to crack the interview with some good tips.After my training I’m preparing to leave Angelin ma’am came to me and said you can visit this home anytime. I left the home with sad face because I missed angelin ma’am.