Inside Nega's dark curtain.
Memories from the past.
- Harris, let's go eat. Mom has prepared so much delicious food today.
- What for?
- How? Today is your birthday.
For the first 10 years of our life, we did not know our relatives and lived as a friendly family in an orphanage. Our mother is the only thing left of the bright memories of the past. She was constantly cared for, looked after, looked after and loved just like a real one. Until a certain tipping point. Namely, until I killed her with my own hands.
- And so, let's sing a festive song for our birthday boy.
"Happy Birthday to You. Happy birthday Harris. Happy Birthday to You." All the kids were shouting and rejoicing.
Reality.
- And why do these old shots appear before my death? I thought I left this behind.
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