When I was a little baby, I was taken away.
I was 2 weeks old,and couldn't even open my eyes.
My mom and dad were killed. All brothers and sisters were killed.
And I was packed in a case, taken to Japan.

No. I am not the only baby in the case.
But I was the only one survived.


When I woke up, I was in a strange place. 
I desperately searched for my mom, but mom wasn't anywhere.
A big hand grabbed me and pushed me into a small cage.
I cried all night through,searching for mom and dad.

Eventually I understood. 
From now on, I have to live alone.


People come around me every day.Touch me and take pictures.
I'm in a small cage all day long.There are no friends to play with.
When the night comes at all, it gets dark and I sleep alone.
I sleep dreaming of mom, dad and brothers.

No. I'm not lone and will never be.
Because I'm with my solitude.

No. I'm not lone and will never be.
Because I'm with my solitude.

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