There I dreamed to stay far far away from those who thought I should stay the same as in innocent childhood. There were numerous times I had to tell lies, to pretend, to help Mei with the hideous bitterness of her whole life.
Mei usually talked to the others about her daily doings in a tone of only happiness. Yet I was the only one who knew her unhappiness and had merged into her sorrow. With them, she wore a happy mask. She didn’t want anyone to worry about her. She didn’t want to be a bother. When the stress became too much, she called me. Even then, she spoke in the third person, as if she was talking about someone else.