The playground was quiet in the late afternoon. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the tall tree under which Siya sat. Her tiny hands clutched a crumpled sheet of paper, and her little legs swung absentmindedly as she scribbled carefully.
Siya was six years old. A small, fragile girl with curious eyes, she often watched other children laugh, play, and run with their mothers waiting at the gate. But today, she wasn't thinking about games. She was writing her most important wish.
"I am six years old. My name is Siya. My wish is that my mom loves me a lot. I want to share my favorite chocolate with her. My dad already loves me very much… I wish my mom loved me the same way."
She paused for a moment, biting her lip, and looked at the chocolate in her tiny hands. It was her favorite, a small piece wrapped in shiny golden paper. She held it tightly, imagining her mother smiling as she handed it over.
Nearby, her friend Sunje noticed her sitting alone. He trotted over, his curiosity obvious.
"Hey Siya! What are you writing?" he asked, peeking over her shoulder.
Siya shook her head and hugged the paper to her chest.
"No… I can't tell," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sunje tilted his head, confused. "Why not? Is it a secret wish?"
Siya simply nodded and turned back to her writing, ignoring the playful teasing of other children around her.
The next day, every student in the class had to submit their wish papers to the teacher. Sunje bounced excitedly in his seat, chatting with friends, while Siya quietly handed hers to the teacher. She didn't look around, but her heart sank when she saw other children being greeted warmly by their mothers at the school gate.
After school, Siya watched the scene unfold through the bus window. Mothers hugged their children, whispered sweet words, kissed on their forehead and held their hands gently. Some even carried small gifts or treats for their little ones. Siya's heart twisted painfully.
"Why doesn't my mom care about me?" she thought. Her small fingers curled around the chocolate she had saved for her. A lump formed in her throat, and she held back tears.
The school bus dropped her at home, but the sight inside made her world feel even smaller. Her mother sat on the couch, distant and cold, while her father tried to talk to her.
"Mom… can we talk?" Siya asked softly, stepping closer with her chocolate in hand.
Her mother looked at her with a harsh glare. "Go away.i don't want to talk anything , I don't like you," she said sharply, her voice cutting through Siya's small heart like a knife.
Siya froze. Her vision blurred, and her chest tightened. But she didn't cry out loud. Carefully, almost reverently, she placed her chocolate near her mother and stepped back. Then, without another word, she walked away.
That night, the house was filled with shouting and slammed doors. Siya sat in the dark corner of her room, hugging her knees, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.
"Everything is my fault," she whispered. "If I hadn't been born, maybe they'd be happy. Maybe my parents wouldn't fight."
Her thoughts twisted deeper, dark and lonely. But even in that small corner of darkness, Siya dared to dream. She pressed her small hands together and whispered to God:
"Please… I just want a happy family. Please let my mom and dad stop fighting. Let them always stay happy together."
Exhausted, she finally curled under her blanket. Sleep came slowly, pulling her into a strange and vivid dream.
In her dream, the world was dark, filled with shadows and danger. A group of gangsters surrounded an old man. They beat him mercilessly, their cruel laughter echoing in the empty streets. Siya ran toward them, screaming and crying, but shadowy figures wearing masks grabbed her arms and pulled her away , and they were shouting go away from here and don't turn back , however she hide herself from those gangster.
She watched helplessly as the old man was killed. Every boy who was with him met the same brutal fate.
Suddenly, Siya awoke, her body shaking and drenched in sweat. Her heart raced as she sat up, staring at the dark ceiling. The innocence in her small face had vanished, replaced by a hard, burning anger.
She climbed to her window and looked out at the quiet, dark streets. Her eyes, once soft and tearful, now burned with a chilling determination.
"I'm coming… very soon," she whispered, her voice low and sharp. "No one will escape. Everyone will pay."
A devilish smile spread across her lips. A storm was forming inside her, one that would not be stopped.
And somewhere deep down, she knew this was only the beginning.