Chapter 7

I don’t know how to describe my feelings today. I don’t know whether I’ve lost my ability to express myself or what I feel is beyond any description. No, I know this feeling. I know well how much I longed for that feeling. There is no other name or expression for it. It is safe. Yes. That’s what I lost in the past after the accident, and I was taken from my parents’ arms and then placed in those care homes.

Today is the first day for me to sit in a room of my own, which I own alone and not share with many others, like any girl who has a family. This feeling that I am going through now is strange. I cannot imagine how much time has passed since I gave up on my wishes, my feelings, and my attempt to search for my family…

Well, I am not that little girl who was standing at the iron doors with barbed wire fences waiting with the hope of someone coming to visit her, nor am I the nine-year-old girl who lost hope of waiting, nor am I this obedient girl who ran away so as not to