It's a very vague memory, but I can feel that he should be my father, although I'm not sure why we separated later...
That's one of the few things I can remember."
"What about your mother?"
Sofia shook her head, "There's no memory of my mother in my mind, maybe... they divorced."
"How old were you when you got injured?"
"I don't even know how old I am now, do you think I'd know how old I was then?"
"How many years have passed since you got injured?"
"It's probably been nine years."
"You were quite young when you got injured, how did you survive? Who took care of you?"
"I don't need anyone to take care of me; I can take care of myself."
"Was there anyone else with you?"
"Yes, Hugo Joduri, the white man you guys shot dead. But I don't think he was taking care of me; it felt more like supervision.
He wouldn't let me leave or talk to strangers, otherwise, I'd be punished."
"Did you ever think about leaving him?"
"I not only thought about it but tried it.
