After the last day, the day the criminal was executed. I found myself as the daughter of the person sentenced to death. "What? How can you accuse me of this? I didn't steal anything! No, please don't throw me out; this is my source of livelihood!" My life ended that day. My friends turned their backs on me, and the person I thought loved me accused me of theft. Why is this happening to me? Is it because I'm an orphan with no one to support me? "What is this? A book?! It's the book I studied for three months to pass the exam." Oh, how I wish I could go back to those days when I was in the orphanage. I miss my caregiver, who always protected me. What is this? Who is this person? What is going on here? (All rights reserved for the author; please do not quote or take my work.)All Rights Reserved