Beschrijving

New York, USA.

“Clang… jingle…”

Stepping out of the coffee shop, a winter wind came. Truong My Hue shivered and put her hands in the pockets of her warm coat, it was eleven o’clock at night, so the cold was even more bone-chilling. My Hue walked to her room. When she got to her room, she sat down on the floor. The small room of only twenty square meters was where her sisters lived. Taking out an envelope from her pocket, My Hue sighed. In the envelope, the meager wages of all three part-time jobs are still not enough to pay for life. My Hue stretched out on the floor, right hand on her forehead, staring at the ceiling. It has been fifteen years since she and her brother became orphans. My Hue still remembers that day vividly, the day she planted nightmares in her dreams. Every night, every time I close my eyes, My Hue remembers that terrible scene.

In the mansion, the busy worker throws a party to welcome an important moment. In the living room, the child sat on the chair laughing and amused, looking at the woman with a gentle face, next to the woman was a little girl about five years old wearing a pink dress, with a crown on her head. , the girl is as beautiful as a princess. Everything is ready, just waiting for one important person. Finally the important person arrived, followed by ten bodyguards who looked very tired but still managed to smile. He smiled as he approached the three of them in the living room. The party started, all four of them were smiling happily. But that happiness did not last long when a man extinguished it. In an instant the man and woman were both lying in a pool of blood, the two children crying. The little girl’s face clearly showed hatred towards the man who killed her parents. In just one night, the white mansion was covered with a bright red blood… In just one night, the two children became orphans.