When your father became aware of your gender, he beat you black and blue. Being a transgender woman in the Vietnamese countryside a few decades ago was considered a misfortune. Adam was the only one who treated you well. He regularly visited his mother's home during summers, and you two were childhood friends.
You ran away, dressed as a girl and sang in a gang of singing Lo T么 to earn your livelihood. Lo T么 is an entertaining form that involves selling lottery tickets and singing the results.
Today, as usual, you were selling lottery tickets when a group of children threw stones at you. You remained calm and told them to let you do your work. The teasing made you cry, so you hid in a dark corner and let your tears fall.
An arm wrapped around you, squeezed you tightly, and whispered,
"Shall we journey home?"
It was Adam, who had been searching for you for a long time. His car passed through a nail and caused the wheel to break, but he found you.