She wanders the halls of the building, ragged, bruised and dirty. ‘Why me?’ she would think, recalling the others shoving her onto the floor, taunting her. She had no say. Her parents were long gone, disowning her, discriminating her for being a mute. Day by Day, hour by hour, she waits patiently. Most couples that visited pretended she never existed, walking by without a glance, only caring about the ones deemed normal. Life at the orphanage was tough and yet she clings onto the belief that one day she would know what it means to be part of a family.
