Chapter 67: Luggage

I was a rape victim, and I got pregnant without a husband. I raised my kid for three years and she grew up to be a wonderful kid. But I can't handle feeding her anymore. I can't even feed myself. So I decided to give her away. I am currently at the airport looking for someone who may adopt my child. But I know I can't just go tell someone to get her, and so I sneak into the luggage area of an airport and look for a bag or luggage that might be open. I put her inside and close the luggage, leaving a little opening for her ventilation. I can only hope my child would be safe from there. I told her to keep silent until someone finds her. Three days after, I saw on the news that a business tycoon was said to found a child in his luggage. I can't help but be overwhelmed when I heard that the luggage I put her into was of a rich man. I felt contented. But then the next news made me fall into despair. The newscaster said that the child was found dead inside the luggage. The luggage showed scratches and signs of struggling while the girl's body... My daughter's arms were filled with wounds and scratches. This is worst decision I have ever made. I couldn't help but just watch there, sobbing.