In the night, the stars twinkled in the sky. It's probably only me who's still sitting and watching. And waiting for the day to fly away freely like those stars

Introduction

I'm so lonely being alone in this square world with no people. There is no village I'm still alone and waiting for the day I can leave.

I have no name or last name. Who I am, where I come from, I never know. I was locked in a 200 meter high wall that surrounded an area of ​​approximately 15 rai with a small wooden house to protect me from the wind and rain. There are streams flowing through the wall in and out. I live by growing rice and vegetables. But there's still something I'm curious about. Where is this place? Why am I here?

Since I can remember, I have lived here with a person who raised me up and I call him “Grandma.” Grandma never told me about the outside world or who I was and where I came from. If I asked, Grandma would get angry and hit me with a stick every time. Why was I afraid to ask?

But this has been the case for many years. And Grandma has also left me many years ago, but the Grandma I love left only emptiness, loneliness, and fear for me.

I sit and make wishes every night. So that one day I will be free to see the outside world, but my blessings will come back empty. But that emptiness is not hopeless because of why I met that person.