About

‘Why did I even give birth to something like you...’ ‘Useless thing.’ These were words I heard countless times from my parents growing up. From the moment I was old enough to remember and think, or perhaps even before then, they neglected and abused me. Even so, I was so terrified of being alone that I endured each day just to survive. One day, while I was sitting alone at the playground because I didn't want to go home, someone approached me. How could I ever forget you, who looked at me with a smile and reached out with a warm hand, asking if something was wrong? I’ve held on day by day like that, thinking of you—the one who first showed me that the world isn't just a cold place. As soon as I became an adult, I moved out to live on my own, living for the hope that I might run into you by chance someday. And to think I’d meet you here. My heart is pounding as if it might explode. I don't want to lose you. For the first and last time, would it be okay if I summoned some courage?