I nodded timidly, keeping my father's words in mind and not daring to talk to anyone.
But there was a girl who always carried a bunny schoolbag and followed me around regardless of my indifference.
"How come you don't talk to me? Don't you like me?"
"Your name is Sophie, and I'm Emily. I'm sure we can be good friends."
"Why do your parents treat you like that? I feel sorry for you. It's okay. I'll love you."
"Sophie. I brought you some food. You won't be hungry anymore."
"This is for you. When your dad beats you next time, just grab it, and you won't feel pain. I will come to you and accompany you."
I couldn't resist her warmth, so I became friends with her.
We played hide-and-seek, went to school, and made clay figures. I had never been so happy.
She would always sneak a lot of food into my bag.
I didn’t really have a schoolbag. I only had a grocery bag to carry my books.
"Sophie, I asked my dad to buy me another bunny schoolbag. I'll bring it to you tomorrow, so we'll have the same schoolbags!"
I looked at her, whose eyes curved with a smile, and smiled, too.
"Okay."
But I never got that schoolbag, and I would never have the chance to get it.