บท 347: Miriam’s Story

Flashback-15 years ago.

Ten-year-old Miriam jumped up and down the bushy path that led to her house, humming and abnormal tune, whilst her little mind wondered what her carer would prepare for the night.

Her carer.

Miriam didn't know how they had crossed paths, but one thing she was sure of, was that she wasn't a favourite to the woman. Miriam wasn't sure if it was because she had lost her memories from growing up.

She clutched the grocery bag in her hand tightly, knowing that she couldn't afford for the produce in it, to fall to the ground. The eggs will get broken, and the woman would end up messing with her head again.

Miriam didn't know what exactly, or how exactly the woman did it, but she knew that her mind never remained the same after the woman would hold her head in a skeptic way, and don the blank expression.