Rain falls, bringing water from the sky. But for me, rain also brings memories. A bundle of memories that, for some reason, instantly makes my chest feel tight. Now, my heart no longer has room to love the rain like I used to.Home, 05:55 AMThis is my story; my name is Adina Candra Elsa. People often call me Adina. I am a child born into a simple family. My mother is just an ordinary employee at one of the small companies in my town. As for my father, I don't know. I've been abandoned by him since I was five years old."Adina, wash the dishes before you leave," my mother Yani scolds me, as she does almost every day. Right after breakfast, she asks me to clean the dishes."Yes, Mom, I've already cleaned them. Look for yourself." I reply, feeling satisfied."Okay, thanks, dear," my mother says from inside her room."Let's go, Mom..."My invitation makes her slightly hurried. Every day, we leave together on a two-wheeled motorcycle, a 2015 model from the Land of Sakura. It's not too old
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