"Can you please wait for a while, ma'am?" With a professional smile, the lady standing behind the counter asked, looking at me.
"Be quick." Nodding softly, I instructed as the lady moved away, calling someone.
"..."
Left alone, my eyes drifted towards my face, reflecting on the counter glass.
Curly mahogany hair, tied down reaching my waist, eyes of the same color filled with exhaustion, and dark circles below them, a reminder of the past few days of sleepless nights.
'...it came once again.'
....The day when my family got executed for something that they didn't deserve.
My responsible father, my loving mother, and my five-year-old little brother.
...Publicly executed.
"Ma'am." My gaze drifted back towards the lady who returned, "...Would you please tell me your name and state the reason for visiting Kamora City."
'...No matter how much time passes, I can't accept this name.'
