The women at the shop curiously asked why I was wandering.

I mumbled that I was an orphan, with no parents.

It was close to the truth.

At night, they didn't want me to return to the internet café and said there was an extra bed in their dorm.

I felt it was too much trouble, so I kept refusing.

Some of them pulled my hand, others pushed my back, practically carrying me inside.

I didn't have a blanket, so they spontaneously offered things they didn't need.

That night, wrapped in their makeshift nest, I couldn't stop the tears.

These sheets and covers, some tags hadn't even been removed, were...