(Nafas)
I adjust my backpack on my shoulder. I borrowed a few new books from the university library, so my bag is heavier than usual.
I head toward the bus stop.
I take a deep breath. Grandpa's voice echoes in my head.
"You're an illegitimate child."
My body curls in on itself with sadness.
I wrap my arms around myself.
Does anyone else know about this too?... That I'm an illegi—
I close my eyes. I don't want to think about it.
I don't want to become depressed.
Life is short.
I don't want to spend my short life being depressed.
But Rasha...
I didn't want him to see me like that.
It was humiliating.
It would've been better if I could've stayed that princess in his eyes.
I don't want his pity.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I look at the screen.
Pedram.
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