Her name is Y

So everyone, meet my friend;

Her name is Y; the 25th alphabet Y.

She’s her and wishes people would understand…
She has her own worries, she has her own happiness…
She never asks for more but to be let happy in her own small world…

Unfortunately she doesn’t really aware the happiness that she wishes is not controlled solely by her…
Instead people around her…

Until one day…

Something that always makes her happy no longer does so…
Why?
Because someone who coincidentally shares the same circumstance, doesn’t feel the same…
And she cried…

So they’ll say ‘Why is she crying? It was just a small thing’

But…
What if? What if that small thing is what makes her happy?
And so Y kept crying…

If you were Y, how would you feel?