At just one year old, I was given a name. "Since you have survived a year, you shall be called Ak Muyoo," said the one I came to know as Father.

By the age of five, life had already grown cruel. "That human," I recalled, had sold me to a workshop, declaring that those who do not work shall not eat. Even a child of five was not spared from labor.

When I turned eight, the world demanded more. "You are an adult now. You must be independent," the servant spat. With nothing but my own will, I ran away from home, empty-handed.

My age… I hesitated, but it hardly mattered. All I knew was survival. And through it all, I silently vowed: Father… do not seek my gaze. Never…

And then, the sound of crunching shattered the silence.

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