Why should I give up?
That was the question I asked myself when in the middle of the night I was left alone, devastated by Luka's last goodbye kiss, feeling his absence even though we had parted only a short time ago.
I think I am one of the people in this world who, for as long as I can remember, has lost too much. I don't like to see myself as some kind of victim or something, I think that kind of thing is kind of shameful, but I can't deny that my life has been a bit more difficult than the rest of the people since I never had a proper name, I lost all my family for no apparent reason, and I lived almost all my life in an orphanage. Things that most people, fortunately, don't have to live through and that are very difficult.
So even though throughout my whole life I have learned not
