It was cold. That winter day was so cold that it seemed to freeze from the core of my body.
I wanted to get warm. If that's not going to happen, I wanted to at least get some sunlight.
But it was cloudy weather that day that was going to snow, warm and nowhere else.
Cold. Cold. I'm hungry. Cold. The back of my leg hurts. Cold. I'm hungry. Cold. Cold. It's cold...
From the cold and hunger, stabbing pain runs from the inside and out. My eyes and nose are dry and the world begins to look sumptuous. It's hard, it's hard, something creeps up out of my chest.
Still, I kept walking. Turning his back on the Advanced District, he even kept walking through the city.
Because I didn't want to hurt anymore. Because I didn't like to get hit or kicked. So I slipped into a merchant's family and fled at first sight.
There was nowhere to guess. I never even left the senior district. But I didn't want to be there anymore.
So I flowed into the stream - finally, I stepped into the slums of the lower district.
People, dogs, everyone had thin, thin, thin eyes. It was horrible, and I was desperate to escape.
What does a hand stretched out to me mean? Instinctively, I kept sneaking my eyes out so they wouldn't catch me.
But get out of the merchant's house, day three. I couldn't stand the cold and hunger and was finally ready to die.
Because of his poor upbringing, he had put his mouth on leftovers and was also breaking his stomach. But more than that, my heart was shattered and I couldn't shake off the signs of death that clung to my body.
No, rather, I wanted death. He was trying to sweeten death that there was nothing to live for.
This will make it easier. Because it hurts, because it's painful, it releases. I only lived two years, but I didn't want to live anymore.
But I knew I was afraid to die - so at the end of the day, God watched me, I wanted to die to sleep.
With fluttering feet, I searched for the cross. I searched for the house of God, and tried to be called at least to his throne.
So much less, I found a small church. A truly small church with an orphanage co-located. The whiteness of the walls floating up in the darkness at night, though not comparable to the cathedral of the Advanced District, made me feel the holiness of God.
Here. Here, let's get easier. Under that cross, let's slowly lower our eyelids. I, for the first time in my life, felt happy, walked towards my own death.
- That's when I heard a cry on the pretend.
"Ahhh, ahh!
If you look, the basket placed in front of the church door was shaking small.
Unexpectedly, forgetting even my own death, I rushed over to the basket. Then there's the dog beast man's baby...
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
The baby, wrapped in a blanket, cried bright red in his face.
I guess it's a throwaway. The dog beast man's baby was even speaking up, hugging a wooden plaque that said 'walnut' in a giggle.
I couldn't wait to hear that voice. Trying to live, crying that I didn't want to die, made me want to help you.
I thought to myself what the dog, who was about to die until earlier, was saying. But then I was desperate, scratching the church door and barking loudly at the orphanage.
If we leave him alone, before nightfall, this child will die in the cold. That's not a good thing. That's something you shouldn't do. My instincts pushed my dying body to help this child.
As a result, the priest showed up from the church and looked surprised, holding the baby up.
Oh, now I feel safe. This will help him. If I thought so, my consciousness faded - and I realized, I was down on the ground.
I can't stand up anymore. I was finally remembering that it had been so debilitating.
But I had no regrets. Glad I could do a good thing at the end. It was very cold but pompous and warm in my chest.
So I gently closed my eyelids beneath the winter sky, pulling my body out all the way.
"Goldie! Goldie, omboo!
"Wow."
"Goldie! Let's kick it!
"Wow."
Ten years after that. I live happily in a Bright orphanage surrounded by many families.
That's when the priest who picked up the walnut saved my life, too.
I was given bread porridge in front of the fireplace and I managed to connect my life. And being welcomed as a family connected the life ahead.
Thanks to this, I have been able to prolong my life for the last decade. It was a poor orphanage, a life with mountains and valleys, but in retrospect it was a pleasant day.
"Amu, Amu"
A newly-admitted baby from this spring, puffing the collar of the worm. This dog beast babe looks a lot better than her childhood walnut.
If you take your eyes off it, you're going to go as far as the harbor as you want. So if I'm about to go out in the alley, I'm bringing him back every time.
"Pfft, Goldie, thank you. Look, Worm. You shouldn't mess up too much."
"Amu."
Nene, a human girl hospitalized at the same time as Worm, held the baby up and returned to the large hall of the orphanage.
If you want to take care of that, it's cheap. Over the past decade, I have taken care of many of my youngsters. Compared to them, the worm is still cute.
Kevin, my God, climbed a tree in the backyard at the age of four and cooled my liver a lot. Baird, now a dear bear beast man, destroyed his crib at the age of three.
"Susme, Goldie!
And the other day, on her fifth birthday, the Lizard lady rides me around with a man-face loser.
Well, it's good to be healthy. Guys, guys, I want you to keep growing like this.
"Nyah."
As I circled the orphanage with my little lillard on my back, I heard a cat from the top of the fence along the way.
If you look up, there was a black cat girl standing there shaking her tail. She stares at the intermediate district as she moves her cat ears tingly. I'm sure there's an example of him there.
Feeling somewhat cheerful, staring at Nyadia, the Cat Beast girl, she turned her back a lot and disappeared to the other side of the fence.
Has it spoiled my mood? - No, that would be like lightning up.
The beast man obtains and retains the habit of the original animal. The Dog Beast Man's walnut is sweet, and the Rabbit Beast Man's Mimil is timid and lonely.
And even against the familiar, the cat beast man has a twinge. Not to mention, Nyadia is around a lot of years. I guess I don't like it when my mind's finesse is enlightened.
"Goldie? Goldie"
When I was depressed, I got a sweet bite when I opened my left ear. Speaking of which, there was a girl on my back, like a lizard.
If you're blurry, your right ear or your bragging nose may also be scratched. I started walking around the orphanage again.
"Aligato!"
In time, Lillard was satisfied, too, with my head. Then he stormed into the children's circle. I guess I'll even start playing ball. At their centre was a large ball of watermelon made of straw and cloth.
Beside it, on behalf of the priest, is the figure of Sister Rudos, who has been Dean for six years. You'll be relieved if you leave it to her. With that in mind, I turned to the front of the church.
And look up at the same crucified diocese as that day. The view you see from here is always the same, whether it's hard or fun.
I often fall back and see the church. I receive children's cheers from the backyard with my ears, and I feel a perfume completely familiar to my nose.
A lot has happened in the last decade. Sometimes it was fun. It's just as hard, a lot. Each time, we laughed, cried, angry, and rejoiced.
We also met a lot. Newly admitted child. Growing up, the kid leaving the orphanage. Residents of the area or bad administrators. And - an adventurer who smells exotic.
No, was it a store for anything now? I was able to get along by helping him get lost, and I had a connection about Michelotti.
A gentle eye, a young man named Takahiro. Whatever walrus sensitive to people's good and evil made me nostalgic at a glance.
Watching the walnut try to catch up with him, like stretching his back, is a recent pleasure. Speaking of which, Nyadia's got a little bit on him, too. I won't be looking forward to seeing what happens to their love path.
If you wish, I wish you a happy ending. Sad as hell.
I prayed that way to the cross I was looking up to, and I lifted my heavy hips - yes, my heavy hips.
I've stopped listening to my body for the past year. I can't run around like I used to. Even getting up really hard has been getting harder lately.
- Is it time? Am I, already, the limit?
I ask God softly. But I've been waiting, and I'm not returning any answers.
That silence is as if God had said, "You know what I mean?" As he asks.
I know. The truth is, I know. But just a little more, let me stay where I am. Keep the kids watching.
I pray like a plea. The answer was still, I didn't return it.