Home.

That was all it took for my memories to be flooded with the thoughts of my parents.

I'll never have a home.

Before I even realised it, I began weeping.

"It's alright, child. Don't cry," she said, wrapping her arms around me.

The other ladies and the boy walked out of the room.

I cried some more as the lady rubbed my back.

"What happened? Why did you jump off that cliff?" she asked.

"My parents. They're dead," I said through sobs.

"Shh, they'll always live in your heart," she softly said.

A few moments of silence passed by.

"What's your name, my child?" she asked.

"Amy," I sniffed.

"Why did you save me? I didn't want to be saved," I said, breaking away from her embrace.

"I didn't save you; my son did."