The day we met - the day I cried - the day I died
"I'll start. I'm Lisa, 18 years old, and I've lived on the streets my whole life." Her hand stretched outwards, a smile on her lips as she waited for me to shake her hand. I was not smiling. She made me want to smile. I stretched my right hand towards her, shaking it, "I'm Park Chaeyoung, also 18, and I just got kicke...