One week went by, I was still living on the streets. Not my mother or any of the town folks had tried seeing how I was doing this week. My mother probably told them about what I did, so it would be too embarrassing for them to try to take me in.

Tonight wasn’t any different. Except that this week was when I came face to face with my freedom.

I grimaced when I heard the loud sound of a mo...

Her life feels like a reacouring dream. Wake up, go to school, come back, repeat. She comes back from school everyday like where she’s going to is a habitat she has to adapt to but never learns how.

Her parents talk about the same thing that happened thirteen years ago, later turn the talking into screaming matches.

She should be used to it by now. Except everyday she comes to the place she supp...