He didn't even wait for me to be discharged. Just like what he did before, he just leave me by myself. The sound of the door shutting close was heard. I have no idea what would happen now. Day by day, he becomes more distant than what he usually is. I know to well that he was the one that bought me in that auction… that I am but his slave that he need not give any of his care but…
Holding my chest, I can feel my heartbeat… somehow… it hurts. It… really hurts…
So… this is the feeling of not being cared…
“Granma… I miss you…”
With a sour face written on me, I give care about how I look. More than that… I just want to go back to the time where I can still live freely. With my grandmother…
Seconds turns to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. And no matter how much time passes by… what was left in me was nothing but a broken pieces of heart.