"Ugly, a bit ugly, but still docile." Was the first comment I received in my life.
From the moment I opened my eyes, all I could see was a small, dirty room, a cold and taciturn mother, and a man who was always cursing.
All that could be heard were the cries of women and children and the never-ending curses of men.
My gentle, innocent and ignorant eyes are my only bargaining chip to stay alive and leave this place.
Only when I fulfill the man's instructions and wait until the day I am chosen can I leave here and see my mother one last time.
But the result of hard work was to see her mother being stuffed into a small truck and never heard from again.
And then, I met her.
She gave me a warm and bright name, would talk to me a lot, would be considerate of my timidity and vigilance, and would gently rub my hair and squeeze my palms.
If possible, I want to live with her forever.
But why do everything go against my wishes?
Purpose: Live in the present
