Is choice really a freedom if you get jailed to the consequences it brings?
Six years ago, I had a friend. She was vibrant as she was beautiful. You should have met her. You all would love her. Six years ago, I lost a friend because she made one bad choice and it led to other implausible ordeals.The question is, for her freedom in the long go, what choices did she have?
I wrote this in memory of her, in hurt and in trying to be in her shoes.