A young woman watched a pretty little girl happily riding a carousel. The child was sweet and innocent, happiness shining in her eyes as if she were immersed in a dreamlike fairy-tale world. Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes. Her smile vanished, replaced by fear. Yes, Mommy was gone... I cried and screamed, sobbing with all my might: "Mommy! Mommy, don't leave me! I'm scared, so scared! I don't want to be alone. Where are you?" I screamed and cried with all my might, but you couldn't hear me...
In the darkness, a fierce gaze fixed on me. Shouts rang out, followed by a flurry of blows. I curled up in the cold corner, hugging myself as terrified cries came from inside the room: "No, no, don't! Don't hit me! I'll be good! Please don't hate me!"
I woke with a start, my heart still pounding. Whether I was in the orphanage or had already left it, I was always alone. I touched the tears on my face and smiled with resignation. Hadn't I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore? Why, after all these years, was I still trapped in pain? I quietly walked to the window and stood beneath the stars, alone, hoping that one day someone who loved me would appear and drive away the gloom in my heart. Where would you be, I wondered?
