This is for all those times you should have slept but didn't because you cared more about Goku and Recca's fate than resting your chubby little cheeks, I assure you you've already regretted doing that. For all the times you waited in vain 'til 4:00 so you could go play outside not knowing you'd be doing more waiting in the near future, the patience you have earned had well payed off.

This is for those moments you thought nobody loves you, because you were such an ungrateful child. This is for the moments you thought you could just pack your bags and leave your home because you thought that life was easy, you brave little eight years old...You did that though, pack your bags and left... you have taken residence in places that had helped you grow and met people that have changed your life in ways even your creative mind couldn't imagine.

This is for all the wounds you've gained as you grew up to be the young explorer that you are. You have endured the pain of so many things you never thought would come to your life, the end of the very first Pokemon, the loss of your little crocodile toy, the silly-little-heartbreaks you got from your not-so-silly-little-crushes... you were always, always a strong girl.

Even stronger than the Incredible Hulk, not that you would know because you hated that movie... you hated anything Marvel back then, you little Disney Princess! But you were always open to experiencing new things, and you have! You have sat through an entire Avengers movie and loved it, you have explored mountains, and cities, and slums, and all the places you never thought you could visit, you have met people who inspired you in so many different ways even more than Mulan had inspired you to be your own person.

This is for all the moments you thought you were making the best decisions that turned out to lead you to the worst situations. Like when you ate that powdered juice and ended up having cough and colds the following day. You have already survived a lot of those, and have learned that in those wrong decisions comes the best of stories.. or something like that.

This is for all the thoughts you have put into words, from the little poems and short stories you asked your Mom to print in different font colors, the hand-written notes you passed on at class or those you slipped in your friend's locker, the letters you have given your friends and those that you decided not to give, the drafts you have passed that came back with traumatic red marks, the researches you have written half-awake, this is for all the diaries you have filled along the way and the memories that are kept within them.

This is for all the people you have met. For the friends you played barbies with, the people who made fun of you and who you made fun of as you were growing up to be the meanie that you are today. This is for the group of friends you had with you through high school, for the laughter and tears you've shared or gave to one another, for the times you thought they would make it to your wedding entourage (not that you're already married.. you've got more years in your time!) and you thought you would make it to theirs (they are not yet married either), this is for all the times you stood up for them and they stood up for you, and for that twist in time where you lost most of them.

This is for the people who were with you as you stepped in to a whole new world-- I know you hated Aladdin but wth, this is for those times you stayed out past your curfews to play volleyball at the park, for the sponge bob masks you wore to celebrate a friends' birthday, for the communication that withered and for those that stayed.

This is for the people who have encouraged you to go out your comfort zone, those that were with you when you started raising your left hand, those that believed in you to lead, those that had kidnapped you to go somewhere else but your class, those that sat with you in classes that they weren't even taking, the people who listened to you rant about all sorts of things: the professors you hated, the orgmates you wished you could point and scream 'off with their heads' to, the friends who were never really your friends. This is for the people who stayed up with you while you finish the never ending requirements, the friends who literally catch you when you were falling and failing (because really, what is the difference?), the friends who offered you and forced you to drink beer when they know you're a goody-good girl and those that stopped them, the people who had touched your life and still continues to do so. You be rest assured you have touched and changed theirs too.

This is for you and the people you have had with you. For you and your big dreams. For you and the thoughts you have every night before you go to sleep. The prayers you have diligently said. The plans you have made. And to the years ahead of you. This is for you little Inah, and the inspiration you continue to give me.