Take Care Of Her

In the room. Lucy had been sitting in front of the window all the time, quietly watching the night outside. In the past few days, she had been sitting quietly like this. For so many years, she was just a lifeless plaything that was a manipulation tool for others. She felt as if she was a dried log, and no one would care if the log had feelings or not. But ever since meeting Miss Wilkinson, she felt as if her log-alike lifeless body was sprouting. That was when she started to develop emotions and feelings. She began to have her own ideas and emotions. Joy, anger, sorrow, and delight went through her heart one after another. What was bitterness? What was sweetness? What was love? The next day. Hazel slept until noon before she woke up completely. Regan had given her a wash-up and fed her soup while she was still in a daze. She was lying weakly in Regan's arm like a baby kangaroo lying in its mother's pouch with her eyes closed tightly. She would open her mouth when Regan asked her to but