Chapter 11

If anyone asked me the question which part of my memory would I change, I'd say to the moment my mother had this cancer that drove me in suffering for years.  It's not Lincoln, and it's not the piece where I'd suddenly knew I was just an adopted child and never had been a real daughter of them.

But it still hurts for me to be left behind again.

The fire had melted and I was still trapped. . . back then.

Little did I know that the emptiness I was treading on was engulfed by the ocean that would swallow me the moment I was completely destroyed.  There are many waiting for me in the depths of it and I don’t want to be there.

I was afraid that it's starting.  But the third explosion was not over.  Just try it on me.

I was locked in my room then.  Thinking of my mother's smile at me every time we ate dinner, her telling me of experiences that happened to her when she was a child, and our hug every time she was weak and couldn't stand