C8 EIGHT-- HATE AND THINGS THAT HAPPENED IN THE HUMAN WORLD

At the hospital, I met a sleeping mom. Her right eye- the one with the problem was bound with plasters and one other object I didn't know its name. The kind nurse whose house I had my baths and ate, for the past twenty three days let me in. Her name's Nora.

"Hey Aria" she called as soon as I sat by my mom's bedside.

"Did you run away from school?" She asked holding my hands