Evelyn’s P.O.V.

“It’s true that parents can do anything for their children, but they can’t write their good fortune. How helpless they are even after giving life to a child!”

My dad’s simple words were so powerful that I fell into deep sleep while crying, regardless of the horrors of the next sun rise. I didn’t know how long I slept, albeit the prison floor was rough.

The weight of emotional injury along with endless anxiety jolted me awake, the pleasant rays of morning sunlight made me question my eyesight. The second noticeable thing was the softness of the mattress beneath me, I forced my eyes open and looked around...