her regret

In the cold night, with snow falling gently, Gwyneth walked aimlessly, hugging herself tightly against the chill. Her hair was covered in white snow, adding to the cold sensation that was beginning to make her feel dizzy.

"Oh God... Are you punishing me now? You've thrown me into this difficulty because I left my father without thinking of the consequences he would face. I'm ungrateful for what I have... You've thrown me into this life... So unfamiliar, and I can't trust anyone!" she exclaimed in frustration, her eyes swollen from crying.

She noticed a bus stop and walked over, curling up in one of the seats.

In silence, she imagined her days in Delmonte, never experiencing heat or cold, never walking far, never feeling pain, never hungry.

"Father..." She sighed, looking up at the dark sky. "Maybe now you think I'm dead. I'm here... Accepting God's punishment... Now I know, that even though you were tough on me, you never brought me into suffering. I should have realized... You wouldn