"Mama… mom… I want to leave…"
"There was a time when I had a home. I remember lying in a comfortable bed, waking up to the warm smell of freshly placed food on the table, but not feeling pain."
"My clearest visual memory is of my mother leaving."
"Mom, I hate this place, I want to go home!"
"You are already home."
"Her face was a blur; I can no longer remember her features… unlike the man who handed her a small leather bag."
CLING
"When the package changed hands, I heard a noise… the sound of the clinking is as clear in my mind as the taste of what I ate this morning."
"That was the last time I saw that woman."
"The next time I opened my eyes, it was all dark. My hands were chained."
RENKK
"The sound the metal door made when it opened was my alarm clock. Soon after, the same man who entered daily would pass through the door."
"What are you thinking about?"
"He would ask me every day."
"I want to go home…"
"I would answer him."
