After that accident, I lived in a state of confusion for many years, repeating the same routine every day, until I met a group of orphans or beggars. Seeing their wariness against outsiders and their mutual reliance on each other reminded me of the vague figure in my mind. It seemed that a long time ago, there was such a trembling but firm-eyed person standing in front of me to protect me. Maybe it was their mutual dependence that moved me, or maybe it was that vague memory that gave me the idea of taking them away.
Motto: Don't stick to the past