The next morning arrived with a faint chill in the air.
Nepal's sun was gentle, filtering softly through MK's classroom window.
He sat silently on the back bench, staring at the scratched wooden desk in front of him.
A few boys laughed across the room, throwing crumpled paper balls at him — one landed near his book.
MK didn't even blink.
His mind wasn't in school. It was somewhere far away — lost in thoughts of "funding" and "company emails."
> "How do people even start companies…?" he muttered.
"I sent so many emails… and still… no reply."
He sighed deeply, resting his chin on his hand.
To his classmates, he was just a quiet 5-year-old with a strange grown-up look in his eyes.
But in MK's mind, life wasn't about toys or cartoons.
It was about finding love and meaning in a world that didn't seem to care.
That night, the city was alive with a festival — one that celebrated women across Nepal.
Lanterns floated into the air like silent prayers, and laughter echoed from the streets.
MK's mother came home late, smiling and holding bags of sweets.
She gently asked, "What will you eat tonight, MK?"
MK looked at her coldly.
> "Nothing."
"Why don't you just eat alone, Mom?"
Her smile faded. He had yelled again — for no reason she could understand.
She quietly left the room, whispering, "He's still my child… maybe tomorrow he'll talk to me properly."
Meanwhile, miles away in Thailand…
Hanaya sat in front of her phone, hair tied up, scrolling through comments.
She remembered last night — the little boy who called her "mummy" during the live stream.
> "Why am I thinking about him?" she muttered.
"I'm nineteen, single, and… still a virgin. I don't need this kind of weird feeling."
She shook her head and laughed.
Still, her fingers hovered over the "Go Live" button again.
And just like that — the screen lit up.
Viewers flooded in.
And yes — there it was. That same name again.
MK.
> MK: Hello mummy, I missed you!
Hanaya: You again? Weren't you sleeping?
MK: I couldn't sleep… my heart hurts, mummy.
Hanaya: Heart hurts? You should see a doctor.
MK: They don't care… my family doesn't love me. Maybe… it's better if I die.
The chat froze.
Even Hanaya's smile faded.
> Hanaya: Hey, don't say that. Why would you think that way?
MK: Because no one loves me, mummy. My chest hurts all the time. Maybe it's better if I just stop breathing.
She felt something twist inside her chest.
Her usual confident tone broke for the first time.
> Hanaya: That's not funny, MK. Don't joke like that.
MK: I'm not joking… mummy, please… adopt me.
The chat exploded with laughter.
Her friend Malaa joined in the live:
> "Look Hanaya! Your 'child' wants to be adopted now!"
Everyone sent emojis and jokes.
But Hanaya didn't laugh this time.
> Hanaya: That's enough, guys.
He's not my child.
MK smiled faintly at the screen.
> "You're right, mummy… you're not mine either."
Then, he whispered something that no one caught clearly.
> "I think… my time's up soon."
The screen went still.
His account stopped replying.
Messages kept pouring in, but MK's name never appeared again.
Hanaya waited for a few seconds. Then a few minutes. Then an hour.
Her heart raced — an emotion she didn't expect to feel.
> "Why am I… worried about a boy I met online?"
And on the other side of the world — MK lay on his bed, the phone screen still glowing faintly beside him.
He smiled weakly.
> "So… this is reality, huh?"
"Neither my family… nor strangers can ever love me."
He closed his eyes, letting the light fade
away.
The live stream continued, glowing silently in the dark —
as if waiting for him to come back.
— End of Chapter 2 —