Sometimes we find ourselves one step away from something important, and it is difficult to stop at the edge and look into the unknown. But it's easy to walk. And no one can stop us. She was not allowed to take this step. They brought me back into the hated world, put me on my feet, and surrounded me with care. And they pretended that everything was fine, that nothing had happened. But she remembers standing on the very edge. And it depends only on her where she will go next. The cruel world does not wait. And she will make her choice. Before our eyes.