Anna's POV:
After he asked that am I hurt, I feel like I want to share with him my terrible memory in my past life which leads me to scare about needles. So I broke the silence and started to share my bad memory by looking at the pond.
Anna: When I was three years old, my father died, he is an Army general, and I hardly remember him. Later, my mom took the responsibility to raise me up. We don't have sufficient money to have food but my mom, she never let me know about that, but I remember those days, she feeds me with the leftover food and sleeps without having food.
(Tears started to roll down from my eyes when I am visualizing that bad past. I take a deep sobbing, but still staring at the pond and continued to tell my story.)
