Chapter 1

Shwaaah- 11

It was a terrible night of heavy rain.

Not only the rain was strong, but the wind was blowing hard, making the trees around the house flutter like they were going to break.

“Adele! You pathetic thing!”

Resounded in the lighted house, a louder and more haggard voice echoed than the sound of heavy rain.

The door opened roughly.

“You lazy, useless thing! Don’t even think about coming home until you reflect!”

The fat woman screamed in a rage and kicked the little girl out of the door.

Slam!

The body of the little skinny girl was pushed by a strong force and rolled in the mud.

The rain from early evening turned the yard into mud.

“It hurts…”

The girl fell and wrapped her broken knee with her hands.

The girl’s skinny fingers touched her knee which were now red in shade, but the pain didn’t go away. 3

“It’s cold…”

The girl stumbled in the rain and walked in the opposite direction from the house where the fire was revealed.

This wasn’t the first time.

Rather this happens quite often, so the little girl knows that her aunt’s anger doesn’t go away so easily.

Usually it takes half a day to get rid of her aunt’s anger, but since her uncle has done something bigger than usual today, she may be angry by tomorrow morning.

It is usually because of her uncle that the aunt gets angry.

Her uncle likes to gamble, so he often gambles with silver coins which is earned by selling cows and sheep, but he often comes back losing everything.

And whenever that happens, her aunt’s anger would direct to her.

Bring some food for the chicken or duck and the baby bird will grow big.

Adele thought, until the baby bird’s wings grew bigger and could fly into the sky, she would keep it until then.

The egg shook in her arms as if it had heard Adele.

Feeling the shake, Adele closed her eyes.

The egg, which was held in both arms, shook little by little.

It was like a beating heart.

Adele closed her eyes, thinking the echo was warm and friendly.

It is thanks to this egg that even though it is raining like this, it is not scary, not miserable, and not sad.

As she does, she hope that this egg is not afraid to be alone with her.

The sound of rain fell from Adele’s ear, who was falling asleep.

Before she knew it, Adele’s breathing, who was hugging the egg, rang in that small hole in the oak tree.

The sound of rain, breathing, and the tiny silky sound of the surface of the egg was ringing quietly.

_________________________________