This will be the first and last time I’ll be writing a letter to you. I never found it strange until now…though we have the same genes, and the same body, why you and I have different minds…why do we live completely different lives. But I feel that I somehow understood it now. It’s not that we are living differently. You and I were just running away from the loneliness of losing our father, from the reality that we have to live alone in this world. A person’s fate and potentials are neither decided by the genes nor they are a field of science. The one who can open the future is the own will of that person. I’m glad I realized what’s important.