Today is the day... the day for Yasmin to start her new life. And by saying a new life, I meant that she got a job as a fashion designer at Jas J group in the City Y. These past few years she been dreaming of becoming a Head Chief in designer.

Actually she's been majoring in different designing at University.

I can say that her IQ is very high. When she was between 12 and 15 years she won many awards in fashion design and graphic design. She grew up poor and she had to walk for a long distance to reach the school and that didn't let her breakdown.

She will always tell herself that she wanted to be something or someone in the world no matter what. Her living in the countryside or forgetting her chidhood memories won't come in the way.

She hoped that maybe, she might come across her parents someday. She was wondering if they will want her or not. But the question that troubles her is how was life during her childhood? Was it good or bad? Maybe it was bad that's why she lost her memory.

All she could remember is when she woke up in unknown hospital and in unknown country with a bad situation that she's been fighting at, a painful headache.

.................... Okay enough about this, you will found out more when you read this book but for now lets take this journey to the City Y with her.

......... At City Y airport

She walked out of the exit and she saw many people lined up with description boards waiting for their loved ones. Yet she was there in the cheering crowd, family and friends getting united and the atmosphere was filled with love and happiness.

Looking at that, Yasmin felt pain in her chest. She tried to calm herself down but she couldn't cope by just looking at the atmosphere of unity.

It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She walked out of the crowd and found herself a taxi.

Well she was not completely in her senses. She walked to the taxi looking at the family of three walking to the packed car.

The driver took her luggage to the car trunk and they got in the car, ready to leave.

"Ma'am where would you like to go" Asked the driver.

That time Yasmin was lost in thoughts and she had no idea that she sat in the car. She felt strange in a way she couldn't even explain.

"Ma'am your destination please!!.." Said the driver again and raising his voice. He thought Yasmin didn't hear what he said so he didn't take it to the heart.

Yasmin snaped out of her lost thoughts..

"Sorry Sir... please take me to 57th Bezuidenhout Street number 38" she responded.

On her way there she looked out of the window and that strange feeling was raising.

It was like she was seeing something familiar but yet strange.

Has she been here before?

Why was she feeling this way?

She wanted to stop thinking about this whole feeling that she's feeling right now. The more she try to think the more she will have a terrible headache that leads her to lose few parts of her memories. She hated "the life of dairies". She has to write everything she does or met in the dairy to remind herself in many of occasions.

After some few minutes she took out a black dairy and a pen. She wrote the word HAPPINESS upside minded.

............ Her life is very hectic and I'm sure no one will ever want to live like this. Imagine having a whole bunch of dairies and writing down what you did with whom and where.

......................

She reached her destination in an hour and half.

She rented a three room house in the busy community. The community was situated near a supermarkets and it had lots of transportation. The train station wasn't far away, it will take one a 20 minutes to get there and bus station was 15 minutes away.

But the crime was very high.

Not a single hot shot will ever come here... in the hot shot' eyes this community was a dumping area.

Firstly the rents where cheaper, the supermarket were cheap as well and it had no hospitals but a few clinics. It had no amusement park or anything that could attract prestigious people.

What kind of hot shot will be willing to live or alone come and shop here?

............... the 57th Bezuidenhout street no 38

Yasmin POV

"I paid the taxi fare and went inside the house. Looking at community and comparing it with where I used go stay... this wasn't a better place.

Before coming here I did a background check on this community and I gues I can say that.... preparing myself wasn't a bad thing. The community had a group of 4 to 5 people at each corner of the street.

Now that reminded me of my home town.