The Girl Who Saved the Ghost

Summary

The year I was most desperate with hunger, I latched onto the tattooed guy downstairs.

Whenever my stomach growled, I’d throw things down to his patio to lure him up.

He’d storm up, knife in hand, kicking my door and cursing.

Through the iron gate, I’d clutch his pant leg, tears in my eyes:

“Brother, I’m hungry.”

Later, I survived by charming him into feeding me.

But just when I finally had food and warmth, he said he wanted to die.

The thought of going hungry again made me panic. I cried and begged him:

“Brother, can you wait until I grow up before you die?”