... live free!

My parents used to make mostly wheat in farmers. I used to make some other vegetables, but I can't really remember what I was growing because I only made about enough to consume at home. However, by the time I had my memories, I was able to live quite a bit without being absent. But that life, it didn't last long.

When I was five, my parents said they were coming to the city to do a little shopping and took a ride out in a carriage. I left a message for a little while because I said that occasionally and I was back about evening, but because I was playing with the neighbor's kid. That's it, I didn't miss him. I thought I'd see my parents soon enough, so I was hanging out with the neighbor kids and waiting for my parents to come home.

But that evening, I didn't come home. That's crazy? I mean, I thought you were late for something in the city? And I thought that, but I didn't come home at night, and I thought it was weird for the boulders, but I thought it wasn't something my neighbors would know, so that day, I slept alone.

Then I thought I wouldn't be back the next day... and I knocked on the door in the evening or so, so I opened it and my neighbor's aunt came to see me. They asked me about my parents' death with a sad face. I remember hearing that story and crying, but I don't remember what happened after that. Were you tired of crying and sleeping, or did you spend your time bawling... Then when I asked him how he died when he settled down a lot, he was attacked by a bandit and he died.

I faced the following problems without healing my heart wound after such a hard thing fitted. I ran out of food to eat. There is nothing to eat because there is no more bread-dried meat, vegetables, etc. suitable for the house. I couldn't help but go talk to my aunt in the neighborhood and she said she would trade me for bread and dried meat with flour that was in the house, so I traded it for flour that was in the house and lived for a while, but now I'm out of that flour too. If I tell my aunt about it, she might be able to handle it if I go to an orphanage in the city. That's what they told me. I was put in an orphanage in the city.

I think it might have been something wrong with my aunt then.

That happened and I went into an orphanage, but the life in it, it was a harsh environment. The life of the orphanage itself was not harsh, but the violence of the older children was terrible. It's also a little bit that I didn't know how to treat the kids I've been playing with because that's not what happened. Maybe there is, but I didn't seem to care that I cautioned the little ones not to do that. After that, they started waving a lot of violence at me.

In the beginning, it became a little easier as the number of times gradually decreased, although it was often impossible to move due to unfamiliar pain. It may be weird that it has gotten easier with fewer times...

In the orphanage, the dean is being nice to the younger kids and spends quite a bit of time with them. However, the older kids were the same when I met them...

Then for a while, I am often helped in orphanages and occasionally violence is directed at older children. I lived like that.

One day, as usual, when I was doing what the Dean asked me to do, I heard someone cry. I went there and saw a girl about three years old being beaten up by older kids.

"What are you doing!

That said, when I approached the girl, her face and arms were all swollen.

"Why are you doing this!

"It's none of your business."

When I was told that, I felt something from behind and tried to look back, and I was struck hard by the back of my head and unconscious.