The air on the rooftop is refreshing. I am literally on our roof, lying and gazing at the sky. Stars are like gems in terms of brightness and color. When I was a trainee, I went to this area to see the stars. The area is free of bugs. One of the kids at the orphanage told me that if I am sad, just look at the stars because my mother is one of them looking down at us. "Mom and Three, are you there too?"
"Are you happy there? Are you angry with me?" I hugged my knees and sobbed. Mom died because of me; Three died in front of me. I stop when I see someone blocking my view. I looked at him, tears running down my face.
"What are you doing here, princess?" he asked softly. I didn’t answer him; he sat beside me. He lies down, his right arm over his head. "Do you also believe that our loved ones ……
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