My name is Rio, although that is not my real name, but it's the only name I know. It was given to me by someone who took care of me.
I am 25 years old now, and it has been several years since Mathilda passed away. I didn't understand why I cried on the day of Mathilda's death, but one thing I understood was that I cried because I was sad at that moment.
However, I didn't know if the sadness came from me being sad about Mathilda's death, or because of some other additional factors. Because at that moment, I briefly thought about the people around me.
Even though I have some new friends, Mathilda was the only person I trusted in this world. Without her, I wouldn't have anyone to trust in this world.
I befriended some people around me because they seemed kind to me. But this deceitful world made me think that kindness cannot be seen by eyes alone.
