At one time, there was a defiant little girl, standing in front of the bull, like this… with her chin held high and her hands firm against her miniature hips. Her metallic hair fluttered behind her as she kept her fiery eyes concentrated on the untamed beast that weighed twenty-eight times her size.

Like a student whose face is covered with deep scarlet gashes from an egocentric boy, a girl stands strong. As a student is to a childhood bully, a fearless girl is to the bull. The childhood bully grows into, what some may call, a man. Looking past the horrors that the bully’s knuckles were responsible for… Looking away from the tears that flowed down a little girl’s soft cheeks… Looking past the boy’s sly hands that encroached – without consent – across a girl’s petite body… He, like the bull, is called a successful businessman. Yet, despite all of this, a girl still stands fearless and strong.