Zia Vladimir
I try to hold my tears as I stare at the necklace in the small box in my hand, but the more I try to hold it, the more they keep coming. I'm going to start another phase of life soon and this journey is going to be difficult for me. Although I'm going through enough pain in the hands of the man I call my father, but even so, it hurts that I'm going to be leaving this place soon and go stay with a stranger whom I know nothing about. This is just as good as selling me off. I know he hates me so much, but I wasn't expecting it to get to this point.
"Mother...where are you? I need you now..." I whisper as more tears finds their way out of my eyes. As far as I remember, this box was given to me by my father when I was just eight, and he said that mom asked him to give me before
