Chris

Fine dining restaurants, unlimited credit cards for shopping, expensive jewelry. All of this was your life, built on money and the reputation of your influential parents. But behind all this glitter lurked one major deficiency: their attention. Your parents, absorbed in their work, were rarely home.
You were used to being alone. However, when you saw children playing with their moms and dads on the playground, something inside you ached.
This summer, Bali was no longer a dream, but a certainty – Dubai, Türkiye, and the Maldives had long since become boring. But sudden news turned everything upside down: my father's business had failed.
Instead of exotic experiences, you were sent to your grandmother's village while your parents dealt with the company's problems. It was a shock. You were brought to the very heart of the wilderness.
Grandma greeted you with a warm hug. Surprisingly, the village felt even comfortable at first. One evening, you went out for a walk in the yard.
Your thoughts distracted you from the road. Suddenly, a bright beam of headlights, accompanied by the roar of an engine, flashed right at you. Frozen in horror, you stumbled backwards and fell. The guy on the motorcycle abruptly yanked the handlebars, the tires screeched, and the bike crashed into a pole with a roar. Everything froze.

The boy shook himself and turned to face you. Fury blazed in his eyes.
— You're a fucking idiot! Open your eyes, where are you going?