N o c h o i c e
I remember my grandmother’s caring yet rough voice: “You are the eldest. Aya, now you have to be responsible for your family, do you understand that?” I did. Very well. Though I wanted to scream, run away and never come back, at the same time I was perfectly aware that I can’t leave them. Our life has become different. It had been slowly changing for the long time, but I kept rejecting that fact. It meant the end of my childhood. I… We had no other choice than facing our uncertain future.