"Since I open my eyes, I only knew that I live in the streets with another person close to me, his name is Callan. We're both orphans, and we survive with the help of each other. Life is hard but as long as we are together, I'm already happy with that."
Malaya listened carefully as Dorris started telling her story.
"Day by day, we managed to survive. But...that certain time came." Dorris paused as she watched her breath. "Goons who were notorious in our area almost got us killed but he came. The man who became our father. He saves us from those goons and adopted us. He takes care of both of us like we are his real children."
"He...he..." Dorris' hands that were on Malaya's hold trembled. "That day was raining when father still didn't go home. I decided to look for him since he didn't bring an umbrella with him. But I wish, I haven't done that. As the rain trickled and the air sent chills to my body, once I turn around in a corner, I saw father..."
