Pregnant. Miscarriage.
I take a breath. I have this suffocating feeling in my heart. My unborn child would have been a little more than a year old. My child could be learning to walk at this time. I wonder how my baby would have laughed when I held him in my arms? Was it a girl or a boy?
I feel like my child died in my place and gave me life.
If it's this difficult to accept the story after hearing it, how much difficult it will be to remember it? Will I be able to live if I remember?
I turn on my side. I am afraid of remembering now. My father had a haunted look when he was telling me about my past. I can only imagine how I might have been. My mind was broken by someone else. I recall what my father told me.
'One of your bully names was Takeuchi Miwako. Your kidnapper might have been your other bully, the woman behind Takeuchi Miwako. It's not confirmed yet.'
That person is still roaming free in this city after taking my child away from me.
