How long has it been since my welcoming ceremony? A week? Two? Well, I have lost count along the way.
The second day of my welcoming ceremony was not as good as the beginning of the first. Many people looked at me with bad eyes and there was nothing I could do about it.
I held my head high and completed the ceremony. I was only able to breathe properly when it was all over.
Mother did not care about the whole cake thing. Father did not seem to care too much about other people’s opinions either. They talked me out of it too, and said I only needed to satisfy myself. It was not my fault that I needed to get a change of clothing.
Eva blamed the people for misunderstanding me and thinking I ran away midway into my welcoming party because I was scared.
Apparently, she had tried to explain
