She fired a few shots at the people around her.
Then ran all the way, towards me.
We sat by the staircase, she, hugging me, crying in my arms.
She hated everyone around her, me especially, i think.
That was seven years ago.
She would have been twelve by now.
Do you understand what this is all about?
No you don't.
Do i want to tell you?
No i don't.
