That’s why I love going to the hidden part of the forest. It’s my escape, a place where I can be with myself, away from the other children and the noise of the orphanage. Out there, I don’t have to pretend or worry about being forgotten again. The trees don’t judge, and the quiet feels like a comforting embrace. It’s the only place where I feel a sense of peace, where I can breathe without the weight of everything pressing down on me.
