She lifted her hand, reached toward the Mirror, pressed against the icy surface, and her Finger shrank back all of a sudden.
Like she'd seen a ghost, she stared at herself in the Mirror.
How long had it been? Ever since she could remember, she had never shed tears again.
There were a lot of people in the Orphanage, and the director had a lot to deal with; no one would pay constant attention to them.
She knew very early on that she had no right to be delicate; whatever she wanted, she had to fight for on her own.
No matter how hard, how desperate it got, she had never cried.
Yet now, just because of a Bowl of porridge from Chad Yakov, she was crying like this…
Especially that line of his, that he wouldn't abandon her, wouldn't let her be alone again…
She was like a hedgehog, trying hard to protect herself, hiding away all her softness, yet just one sentence from Chad Yakov so effortlessly poked right into her soft spot.
Poked right into the thing she cared about the most.
