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ลำดับตอนที่ #2 : Hope
Every morning, I would start my day by brushing my teeth with my red toothbrush that I had had with me for over 18 years. I then wash my mouth and look myself in the mirror. I look dirty, pale and dead. If I was cleaner, well fed and proper, it would feel like my reflection was stolen. I look at my blue eyes and wonder if my mom or dad has blue eyes as well. I would look at my dark hair and wonder if my mom or dad has brown hair as well.
I then finish up and go back to my so called room. It's a cell for x's sake. Remember when I said we weren't allowed to have objects? Well, when I was seven, a guard handed me a book. It's called "Hope". I didn't know how to read when she gave me that book, so I asked her to teach me. Every night, she would sneak me out of the lab and take me to a nearby lake that had a beautiful view. A perfect view of the lake when horizon hits the sunset and the perfect view for when the moon and the stars to fill up the night sky.
She and I were the best of friends for a long time. She was like a second mother to me. But that all changed when I was 9. One night when we were suppose to read the book, she told me that this was the last time that she and I were together. I was confused when tear drops were dropping from her face. Realisation and sadness then hit me so hard that I can hardly contain myself. I cried so hard when she disappeared the next day.
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