Aidah: Arabic word meaning visitor, returning.

I was born four years ago on some normal day yet it was recorded and saved in some hospital record. I was named Aidah, a girly name. I was brown, totally normal. I cried when I was born, again a normal thing.

I started doing all those things that a four-year child should do. I was neither below normal nor something extraordinary. I was exceptionally normal.
I was the first child but still, I had no abnormal collection of toys.
Even the little toys I had, I rarely played with them.

I was admitted forcefully in a school. A place where people are supposed to go. I don't remember any interaction with kids of my age. I was oblivious to my surroundings so I was in a bliss.

I never came in contact with something undesirable.

I remember my first day at school, not the full details, just one tiny detail of my first day that I slept the whole day in my classroom.

So life was good. I was alone yet I was in bliss.

My soul was still intact though I was wary and afraid of this world.

I had heard that a lot of things get stolen here but everything was alright at that time so I thought I was good.