Turning the doorknob, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure stood before the door.
She looked at herself, her gaze shifted from shock to excitement, and she hugged herself tightly. A faint sound of crying could be heard as she repeatedly uttered.
"Alice, is that you? Alice."
Who is Alice?
I didn't understand at all, and soon the other person realized something was wrong. They began arguing with him, and during the argument, I learned that the visitor's name was Belli Yiyeta and she called him Teacher. In her excitement, Belli even shouted the name Teda Yazhede.
I watched the argument, and then Belli left. Before leaving, she looked at me reluctantly. In the silent house, he suddenly seemed much older. I walked over and softly asked.
"What is Belli? And Teda?"
"It's her, it's me."
"Is this... a name?"
I had read in books that everyone is referred to by a certain word, and that's a name. It was only then that I realized I didn't have a name, and he had never told me his name.
