A few days ago, I went home to find him, but the guard told me that I was no longer allowed to enter the gate. Seeing the worried expression on the guard's face, I had no choice but to sit on the next stone, waiting for him.

At dusk, several people came out, carrying a pile of things, and threw them in the garbage nearby. On that early autumn evening, the wind blew through my thin dress. I sat on my knees trembling with tears, picking up the things in front of the garbage gingerly. ...