I haven't seen mother in ages... I've lost track of time. My feelings are collected. I haven't seen the outside world in weeks or maybe months. I don't know what fresh air feels like.
My food have been meat, meat and meat. The fridge is stained in red color and it smells bad. The entire house smells bad. This place reeks of bad smell which I've gotten used to.
No one seem to care about me. No one came to see me. It feels as if the neighbors are afraid of me.
I observed the environment outside through the glass windows in our living room.
Once, only once I saw my neighbor's daughter walking past our garden with her hands in the and running, chasing her blue ball. I went outside and invited her to play with me. She did come. And we played. I had a lot of fun. So much fun that I miss that moment.
However, after that day, the girl didn't come to play. I felt so lonely. My mother's not here. My father's not here. The vintage woman was seen dead. I was alone. And sad.