I'm starting to get tired of this life.

Everything completely deviated from my wishes.

I still remember when I was little. I dream of becoming a model. That's not just my wish. That is also the desire of the people around me.

Both my physical and personality are good and can support my dreams. Everyone I meet always compliments me on how beautiful I am.

All those compliments made my self-esteem rise and rise. I worked hard to join a company. I pioneered my career from an early stage.

When I was a teenager, my name was already known to several people in the modeling industry. I thought my life would go smoothly.

I think so.

But reality hit me hard.

My life changed.

It was too sudden.

The event came so fast, so fast that I didn't think it was real.

"You have a 4 month old baby."

The doctor's words at that time. I can't forget it. Words that shattered my dreams.

My parents scolded me. The company I worked for terminated my contract because I had damaged their name. People who know me always talk about me.

I always feel like people are talking bad about me wherever I go. Finally I could only shut myself away.

At that time my stomach started to grow.

The man asked me to marry him. I rejected it. My dream hasn't died yet. I can still start it all over again. I can still work hard.

An uncomfortable feeling continued to stay in my heart.

My mind was confused at that time, I only remember seeing a lot of blood, and I was already in the hospital when I woke up.

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My big belly has disappeared.

I have mixed feelings when it comes to interest. Happy? Afraid? Sad? All mixed up.

Until I saw the man. He entered the room along with a cloth in his arms.

"This is our daughter."

I don't want to see it.

I covered myself with a blanket.

I'm not ready.

I'm not ready to face anything outside this blanket.

Let me rest.

Give me time.

I'll try to take care of her later.

I'll raise it later.

But give me some time.

I am not ready.

Tears came out like an endless waterfall.

They really gave me time.

I'm alone in the room. Nobody came to bother me.

Now the child has been born into the world. I have to be responsible. I have to take care of it. I have to raise her. I have to teach her about the world. I have to teach her so she won't become a failure like me.

My mind is ready. I totally accept that kid.

But apparently not. My mind was in chaos the moment I touched the child.

My body rejected the child.

I didn't do that on purpose. I really didn't mean to.

The gazes of those people. That's my judgmental look. I ran away. I couldn't face that gaze anymore.

I ran and kept running.

It doesn't matter where it is.

Not looking in any direction.

I go wherever my feet take me.

Can I start everything somewhere else?

Can I start my life again from the beginning?

Can I go somewhere else?

But where do I go?

And...

And what will happen to the child?

Will she grow well?

Will that person take care of her?

What if he throws the child away?

What if he also abandoned the child?

No. He's not that kind of person, right?

Yes. He will surely raise her well.

Sure...?