Kabanata 28
KABANATA 28 It was one of those hot days in the summer of my eighth year. We were in class, reading our bibles. Dominic, the biggest boy in the orphanage, called me. When I turned to face him, a crumpled paper hit me right in the face. Then the rest of the class bursted into laughter. I stared at their laughing faces, some were even pointing their fingers at me. That little hope I had in my heart that I could make friends with them this time around vanished entirely. After what happened in Japan, I was brought back to this place. The children here made fun of my failed attempt at freedom and the chance of having a family. I bit my lip as I crouched and picked the crumpled paper with my unhurt hand. I took my crutches and stood up. Without any words, I went to where the bin was to throw
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