HeartAllie

They didn’t choose me. I didn’t think they ever would have, to tell you the truth. I was a mistake, nothing more than a travesty thrust upon them. A sign of guilt, of horror, of the fact that they can’t contain themselves. My name is Li, and I am the mistake. They didn’t plan for me, nor do I think they cared when I arrived. It makes you wonder, why didn’t they just abort my birth? Tribal rules? Morality? Whatever the cause of their decision, I was born. But this didn’t stop them. I have the scar to prove it. It is the everlasting proof of this disgust, this opposition to my heartbeat. She has shown her hatred