I left home and kept walking. I got so tired after some time that I sat and drank some water. Thank God I carried my water bottle and some biscuits. I am not hungry because I had dinner though. I started walking again and now that I was tired and my anger was dissipating a bit I started feeling scared. It was dark and the middle of the night. I have never walked alone in the streets here ever, even in the daytime and the last time I remember doing that I was kidnapped by daddy and brought here. I don't know which way I am walking.
I am in the park! I run and keep my big on the bench. At least I know where am I. I am so tired, I think I will take a small nap on the bench and then wake up in an hour and resume walking away from daddies.
I brush off the angry unsolicited tears that fall of
