"You will never be above me." Her eyes locked with the girl's.
"Even if your father bought the entire world this very second, you - Alicia - you will never be above Charlotte Ericsson. I may be an orphan like you said, but I'm an orphan who you will always serve and always envy."
This was my very first in-person encounter with an eighteen year old Jowangshin.
I remember that night.
I remember that year.
I had given birth to my child at seven months pregnant just four months prior. It was a boy. He never drew any breath, never filled this world with his cries.
But we still gave him a name.
We gave them all a name; every child of ours was given a name no matter how short their stay in this world.
That year, I was in a club in the Maldives filled with some of the world's richest child
Aksara