The pieces of my dad's watch are too many and it's straight clear that it is not fixable, but somewhere inside me, there is a tiny bit of hope.
I at least have to try fixing it.
Superglue is my first option because I have no idea where to get it fixed. There is no superglue at my home. I put on my glazing blue top and go outside, totally clueless about where the store might be.
I stare for a moment at my pink bike sitting beside the garage. I haven't rode on it for a long time and I don't feel like it today either. I walk past it without a second glance.
As I walk aimlessly to the place where I think the supermarket is, my mind is wandering off to nightmares and bad dreams I have been having since my family was murdered. I have to tell somebody, I think to myself.
But I don't know who. No friends, no teachers, no relatives. I have no one, it's a painful thought but I have slowly come to accept it.
After what seems like forever and a lot of asking to strangers, I stand in front of a humongous building.
Finding glue from here won't be easy.