I like to escape from reality.
Even though I know it results worse situation, I can't stop runaway from uncomfort.

I miss the time.
I was in a flat with mom, my sibling and another man who I didn't know.
The only thing that I knew about him was he was scaring me.
I was only 3 or 4 years old, but I realized that this wasn't good thing ethically.
Oneday, I played with my mom and that man in a park.
I don't remember the name of the park and where it was.
Maybe that is my dream, the park doesn't even exist.
Because everytime I try to remember the time I spent with the man,
I feel like I had dreams.
The sunlight was bright and it was a sunny day.
At the time, I was sooo scared to get on her car to get to his place.
It was kinda nightmare, but now I feel I lost reality and a little bit secure.

Thank for reading, Luenna

P.S. I'm considering that I keep writing this story.