Raven_Mal18
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How long has it been since I lost everything?
It seems I have lost count. Or I just don't want to remember?
"Hey, Mama!" A young girl, around the age of 11, enters my office. Her hair tied in a usual lazy ponytail, with her side bangs tucked behind her ears and in her usual white uniform.
"Only 54 days left before my shipment." She said in her low voice, but she holds a smile on her face, "Isabella, right? That's your name." She said as she looks me in the eyes.
I smiled, "Do you need something?" I asked. The girl sits down on the chair provided and looks up at me, "Replay your story in your mind." She replied, "In other words, tell me your story."
Once again, my past shall be replayed before me. How painful.