On this day, the queen was expected to give birth to a daughter. Everyone had gathered, for it was the moment a new heir would be born.

You too wanted to witness the event, but the guards wouldn’t let you through. It was because you weren’t rich — to them, you were just a poor outsider, a foreigner who had fled another land just to survive. No one wanted to talk to you, but that was still better than staying in a place where death waited around every corner.

And then finally, the queen gave birth to a baby girl. But when everyone saw the child, their faces twisted in dismay. The baby was an albino. The queen was outraged.

Queen: “Absolutely not. I will not accept an albino child. Leave her in a box by the post office!”

The servants obeyed, placing the baby in a box and leaving her among other crates. You were out searching for something to steal — no one would hire you, and your money was running out. Grabbing the first box you could carry, you ran back to your hut. But when you opened it, it wasn’t food... it was a baby. She was crying bitterly, waving her tiny arms and shivering from the cold.