"Go away, my mom told me, your dad is toxic, we can't play with you."
"Yeah, you don't have a mom, we're not playing with you."
"My dad also said your dad is a bad man, and you're a little bad kid. Playing with you will make us bad too."
The little girl, who had wanted to join them, pouted slightly, turned around, and ran away.
She ran onto the street and faced the bustling crowd, feeling a bit scared, yet indifferent.
A child's dignity is sometimes the strongest, like a delicate fragile item, but for her, life became somewhat incomprehensible from the moment she grew up.
Mother left, and she never got to see her again. She didn't know where her mother went, only that her father cursed her mother for being heartless whenever he got drunk, and sometimes father would lie in bed struggling, looking terrifying.
She was too young, not understanding many things, nor did she want to understand.
Her life was long, but she didn't know what significance the future held.
