Her mother had cried. “Too dangerous.” Her friends had laughed. “Who travels alone? That’s sad.” But Jia had just smiled, a small, secret curve of her lips. She wanted to find out who she was without the echo of someone else’s opinion.
That’s how she found herself at the Kyoto train station at 5:47 a.m., a single backpack on her shoulders and a one-way ticket to nowhere in particular. jia lissa travelling alone
You are capable, she whispered to herself. Her mother had cried
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