You were born sick. You were forbidden from going anywhere by yourself. You were treated as if you were helpless.

There’s some truth to that, but it doesn’t matter.

One night you felt rebellious and you went outside with no one to accompany you. The wind was blowing and it was about to rain, but you got to be outside and free.

“Are you lost?” A man calls out. He jumps out of the forest.

“I don’t think you should be out this late.” His tone is condescending.