The sun was scorching, but the shade of the tree was cool. The girl and her mother walked towards the old house, far from the village of angels. With each step closer to the house, memories flooded the girl's mind like a torrent. Memories of sorrow and joy, laughter and tears, all spent with her mother in this house. But one question always haunted her: Who was her father? Why did he never look for his family? Why did he abandon them? She had asked her mother these questions many times, but her mother always responded with a sad smile, "One day, you will understand."

There was a time when I lost my mother, and I envied those who had fathers. Seeing how happy those children were with their fathers, I wished I could hug my father and see him smile at me. The longing to find my father made me angry with my mother, but in the end, I was the one who regretted it because I lost my mother too.

I stood in front of an old mirror that showed my entire body. It didn't seem far enough, but strangely, I had to take several steps to reach it. And the moment I stood in front of the mirror, I could see its hardness. "Why am I so small?" My body was ridiculously small and couldn't even fill a third of the full-length mirror made for an adult's height. Looking down, I saw two small hands like maple leaves, a child's belly, and a pair of tiny feet. "This is really ridiculous." I looked in the mirror again, but my childlike appearance remained unchanged.

I turned to the woman who was cooking and walked towards her, tugging at her black skirt under her white apron. She bent down and smiled at me. "What's wrong? Do you want something?" "Mom, when I grow up, I'll make you a queen, and then we'll find dad and give him a good beating." She laughed at my childish words. She had the most beautiful smile. She looked at me. "Let's go get him together, little lady." Her beautiful words filled me with emptiness... together? I wished you would really stay with me. I hugged her knees tightly. My short height made it impossible to reach her, so I could only hug her like this. *Embarrassment* The woman's heart beat rapidly seeing how sweet and cute the little girl was. She quickly hugged her. Both were happy, but I wished this happiness was eternal.

*That same night...*

The girl slept on an old wooden bed. Monica sat on a chair, staring at the starry sky through the window beside her. *Step* "There are no more chances for me. Take care of her." The person behind the woman remained silent, but a sad aura was felt. "I know you're upset, but if this doesn't happen, all time will be disrupted. You know that." At that moment, the sound of the person's steps moving away was heard. Monica looked at the girl sleeping on the bed and smiled. "I hope you use it well this time, my daughter."

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Everything started like this. Six weeks had passed since I returned and was happy with my mother, but it was impossible. As far as I remember, when my mother was executed, three months were left, but this event started three months earlier. Mom was coming home when the villagers rushed towards her and surrounded her. "It's her!" "Catch her!" "Execute her!"