The little mushroom-headed girl seemed to feel a little uncomfortable.
But the little mushroom-headed girl only furrowed her brows.
She didn't struggle.
Her pupils contracted violently as memories flooded back.
Her face was pale.
"...So scary."
The little mushroom-headed girl murmured. Her body was trembling, and so was her voice. She didn't know whether her trembling body was affecting her voice...
Or her trembling voice was affecting her body.
"Mom."
"They all stood against me."
"They all looked at me so fiercely."
"They all said I was wrong..."
"They said I was a bad girl."
"They said..."
"They didn't want me there."
"I felt so sad."
"They all hated me."
"...I..."
The little mushroom-headed girl's tiny body trembled nonstop.
She tried desperately to force the words out of her throat.
"...I... I don't want them to hate me."
The little mushroom-headed girl had never been hated before. Now, faced with hatred... from children her own age, her classmates, even people she thought she had a good relationship with...
She was overwhelmed with fear and helplessness.
Had she done something wrong?
She couldn't help doubting herself.
But...
The little mushroom-headed girl felt so terribly wronged.
She hadn't lied.
She hadn't done anything wrong.
They...
What right did they have to treat her like this?
The little mushroom-headed girl was scared and angry.
She felt so wronged.
And... so resentful.
She wished she could make them understand that they had misunderstood her...
That they were the ones in the wrong...
Unfortunately,
it seemed that...
she couldn't do that.
"Anna."
The more Child's Mom listened, the more her heart ached.
"Anna."
"They don't hate you."
The little mushroom-headed girl lifted her bewildered face.
They... didn't hate her?
How could that be?
They'd been so mean to her...
"They've