My name was Abony. A girl who loved freedom and aspired to be a painter. But my father had a deep prejudice against artists. One day, I was practicing drawing in the yard. Unfortunately, got angry when he saw my act and burned all my drawing tools. My mother gave them to me when I was a child; I cherish them as treasures. She was a tea house singer. When I was seven years old, my family must move from the city to Wind town because we could not afford rent. Following her dream to become a famous singer, my mother decided to leave. With the thud of suitcase wheels on the ground, my father sat looking at her with lifeless eyes.

“Mom, where are you going?” My eyes widen.

“I'm gonna the tearoom.” She replied but did not turn back.

“Okay... Hope you come back soon and teach me how to draw.”

“Sure, baby.” She nodded and walked away.

Nevertheless, I sat by the window where the parrot danced in the cage. Waited one day, two days, three days... She never came back... Only the voice of the parrot repeated:

“Lie! Lie!”