Aurelia’s hand that was holding the needle and thread paused.

Helene snuggled the pillow with her face intimately, swaying it gently and humming a lullaby as if she was really lulling a baby to sleep.

“My baby is a girl…” she talked to herself, then smiled at Aurelia. “A very pretty girl!”

Aurelia felt a pinch in her nose.

Before she came to Southeast Aciatic, she did not know that girls could be pampered so much. She thought of her parents when in fact, her impression of the two of them was already blurry.

Before she was ten years old, the family of three had crammed in the dark, dirty, and damp basement. Even if a single penny was left at home, her father would take it for alcohol and drugs. Their source of income had been her mother’s prostitution.

Aurelia remembered that her mother would dress scantily and stand by the streets even when it was in the middle of the winter, making ***y giggles that made one’s hair stand on end.

The two of them did not really care about her. They would toss her some food each day, as simple as if they were feeding a cat or a dog.

What they would say the most was—”What’s the point of raising a girl? Money wasting!”

abandoned a “liability” like her not too long after, leaving her to fend

help her tears when she recalled her past, her tears falling on the

Helene

away and quickly apologized,

seem to mind the clothing as her

“Why are you crying?”

smile and shook

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“No.”

what’s wrong?

was not lucid, but she seemed decent to be a listener. She could not understand it anyway and would not spread the word. Aurelia was also pent up with emotions and needed to

and said softly, “I suddenly thought of

head to

feel much for them… Hah, you know, my parents weren’t home one day when I was seven. One went to get drugs, and the other went to the motel. They locked me in the room when they went out, and the basement caught

door lock was of bad quality. I could open the door by

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