I walked into this beautiful restaurant, located an empty table, and sat down. I looked around me; there were two, three, and more people at each table, eating, talking, and laughing together while I stayed quiet. I felt lonely and sad. A drop of tears fell from the corner of my eyes. I cleaned it instantly so that people wouldn't notice it. Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Lydia James, and I am 28 years old. You see that surname of mine? I don't know if it's truly my surname; I was only told it's my father's name. I've never once set eyes on my parents. I was told when I was 12 years old that my father killed my mom and was sentenced to life in prison. That was why I was brought to a family house where I grew up and attended my primary, secondary, and college. According to my godmother, she said I was eight months old when my dad killed my mom. I don't know if that is true or a lie; I grew up believing that. I left my godmother's house after her death and burial; it wasn't easy for me, but I survived it. Now that I'm a graduate, you won't believe me if I tell you that I've worked for more than six companies in just one year. For every little mistake I made, they just sacked me. Everywhere I go, people hate me for nothing. No matter how hard I try to make them happy or see me as a good person, they will always hate me. Life is so unfair to me. I've heard of people being unlucky, but I never believed it until now. I'm just unlucky; I'm bad luck. Anywhere I go, disaster must happen there; nothing good comes out of me. Because of this, people hate me and don't want to see me anywhere close to them. I'm always lonely; I have no family, no husband, no boyfriend, not even a common friend who will console me. Every day I cried and cried, regretting why I came to this world. I've never been happy all my life, from childhood until adulthood. Today at work, I mistakenly poured coffee on my boss; that was it. The next thing he did was to sack me upon all my pleas, which all turned deaf ears. Nobody begs him on my behalf because they hate me and want me out of the company. My boss threw me out of the company, and I cried in pain and frustration. Where will I go from here? How will I get money to pay my house rent? God, why did you bring me to this wicked world to suffer when you know very well nobody will like or accept me? I thought, in tears and agony, looking up to God, maybe he would answer me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one going through all these pains; in fact, I'm the only one. I've never seen anyone suffering or being treated like me. The whole universe is against my existence. I know that God should just take my life so that I can rest because I'm physically, spiritually, mentally, and emotionally broken. I wonder if I still have tears in my system. Life is just too strong when it gets to me, but soft and smooth to others. Why me? I left the company and came to this beautiful restaurant. As soon as I sat down, I looked around. There were a lot of people having fun with their families, boyfriends, girlfriends, and best friends while I sat lonely. I found liquid rolling down my cheeks. I know what it is; it's my tears, the little ones that remain in my system, I guess. I buried my head in my hands and allowed the tears to pour out freely. I wish I had a sister or a friend I could go out with or lay my head on his or her shoulder at this point in my life; it would've been good, but unfortunately I have none. I am just alone here on earth. discover more about the book as you read through.