Suddenly, my sleep broke.

I opened my eyes.

My phone was ringing.

Kimura had called.

I put the phone to my ear.

His voice was bubbling with excitement.

“Hey, Hiroshike, why is there no news about you at all?

And one more thing I got a Golden A+.

I went to your house to check your result,

but even after calling for a long time, no one came out.

I know you did well too,

and because of the fear of giving sweets, no one came out good.”

Anger flared inside me, sharp and hot.

If he were in front of me, I felt I could really knock him out.

Without a word, I cut the call.

Morning had arrived.

Through the window, I saw the train standing quietly at the station,

as if waiting for someone.

I grabbed my bag and stepped down.

I looked around.

A new world spread before my eyes

nothing felt familiar.

Perhaps this was the first time in my life

I had come this far alone without anyone’s help.

The station clock showed 9:20.

Beside it, a board read:

“Welcome to Chittagong.”

I wandered around the station for a while.

Then I climbed the stairs to the overpass,

looking carefully at everything.

Compared to our station, this one was huge.

Trains arrived and departed constantly.

I stood there, watching, absorbing the rhythm.

Suddenly, my stomach growled.

I had forgotten breakfast.

I checked my phone almost 10 in the morning.

I left the station quickly.

People moved around me,

and tall buildings towered everywhere.

I searched for a restaurant or food hotel, but found nothing.

So I kept walking along the sidewalk.

Suddenly, my phone rang again.

It was Mom.

Part of me wanted to cut the call and throw the phone far away.

But I held it in my hand for a moment,

letting the weight of her voice linger.

Then the call ended by itself.

I pulled out the SIM and threw it far away.

No SIM. No calls.

I finally calmed myself.

And continued walking.