IRID
I'm walking back to my apartment, looking back on today's events.
Ah, the orphanage and a person's journey there. Mine is just one of the many painful roads that lead to that place of new beginnings, everyone has a different story and a different path.
I chuckle a little, remembering my days at the orphanage.
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Twenty Years Ago
I wake up in a bright room, a warm blanket over me.
That's right. I ran away. Finally, I ran away. I made it out of that dreadful place, I'm free.
I ran, sneaked on a train, then a car, then I walked a few kilometers. I finally managed to reach the big doors. That's the last thing I remember, standing in front of the big doors, shivering from the cold and the exhaustion.
But now I'm here. Where is this?
I turn to my side. A stern-looking lady is there, eyes on me.
"You're finally awake," she says. "What's your name?"
My name?
