I got my breath, I got my faith, and I remember why I came.
Even though I didn’t make it all, but I made it back home in time. I would pack it all up again and disappear just to be home with my family. It was a beautiful moment, even though we all knew the queen’s time was coming to an end. During that time, we were all together celebrating Songkran, the New Year—a memory we won’t forget. Before, it felt like everything was falling apart, and I was having second thoughts about being away in Paris. So, I made a prayer, asking for something to take off, something that could make me.
One week later, I received a phone call—the opposite of what I had prayed for. It was a moment I wasn’t prepared for, and I began to wonder: who heard my prayer? Was it the devil or God? But whoever heard it knew it would be effective. I kept asking, “Why now?” I didn’t understand why it happened then. I was about to take off with the company, with a fully booked month, and then I got that call. We know the saying, “Your story has already been written.”
Timing wasn’t on my side throughout the journey. A friend I met in Paris reminded me about “God’s Plans”
@mariamad.d. Whoever heard my prayer knew I wouldn’t come out the same person. The only way is up from here. I refuse to let this hold me back from the goals and dreams I’ve envisioned.
Landing in Thailand and being with my family brought everything back—the reason why I do this. Why the dream was planted in my heart in the first place. I’d been too focused on the next goals, on making money. When I was with my family, I realised I already had everything I’d dreamed of: a warm family with respect, loyalty, trust, and love—things money can’t buy, and I’m so grateful.
Not making it in time is something I won’t let go of. Now, I pray to the guardians of the temples, who stand tall with no fear. I call on them for power and success. I had to step it up for my family. I made a lot of promises I won’t break.
From nothing to something, to one day everything.