"Yujin eonni!" I hear a surprised voice, probably Jenny, shouting my name. "Who is this? There is a girl in the garden - I don’t know if she’s breathing!". "Breathe," I calm her down. "I''ll go check on her."


    Outside, there is a girl with an unfamiliar face. Lying in the center of the garden, her limbs are twisted unnaturally as if they were broken legs."Go get the director," I tell Jenny. "We might have an emergency." I examine the girl more closely, searching for clues to explain her presence in this isolated orphanage. I find nothing unusual until I notice a photo featuring a middle-aged couple and a young girl. I realize that must be her family. But what was eerie about the photo was that a gigantic thing behind them, which had 2 ovals and a very long pole attached to it. The director suddenly appears behind my back and says "Yujin, help me carry her to the guest bedroom." The mysterious girl is diagnosed with tuberculosis according to the director, and she constantly keeps coughing blood in sleep.


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    When she finally wakes up from her 2 days long fight with the disease, she isn''t well enough to talk. I promise myself to ask her when she can talk, and decide not to tell others to keep it a secret between her and the girl.


    I was growing bored of waiting when the director introduced the girl as Harin. She appears to be an introvert, not saying a word until she is forced to. "Hello", she squeaks. "Nice to meet you". Most of the girls lose interest in her after that, presumably because she is acting so shy. But I''m determined. I sit with her during lunches and breaks before going to sleep, constantly engaging her in small talk. I’m starting to think we’ll ever talk with her leading the conversation.


    She eventually opens her mind to me, and I ask her what I''ve been dying to know for the past month. "I saw a photo you were holding when you arrived here," I say. "I was wondering what the thing behind you is." "You don''t know what tanks are?" she asks, clearly dumbfounded by my foolishness. I am momentarily embarrassed, not knowing what to say. "Never mind," she says. "Everyone here doesn''t seem to know about the war anyway. They''re acting like nothing happened." Now it is my turn to ask. "What is a war?" And her response shocks me. "It''s what killed both of our parents."