Chapter 25. Mean

I was already dressed at four-thirty in the morning. I closed my eyes in tears. And I don’t want Marco to see that…it was still quite dark when I left the house. I’m not in uniform. I don’t know, but I have no intention of getting to school today. Here’s what’s wrong with me. When I was hurt, everything in me was affected. I was wearing a short and a t-shirt when I left. My hair is a bit wet.

I sat on one of the benches here on the lunette. The first thing that came to my mind to go was the place where I grew up. Where I used to beg for food before, the sky turned orange, signaling that the sun would reign.

I watched the children huddle in a cart…sometimes next to the trash can. Sometimes on the floor with cardboard. I used to be like that before.

My tears fell as they approached. Where are the children with me then? Are they still the same? I approached the children lying there. I took out my wallet and put money in their pockets.

Five children were lying th