There was a time when chicks were born from the eggs they bought at the market. It was a day Hindley was out. Emily woke Rosen up at dawn and quietly took her to the backyard. Emily looked at her and the chicks alternately with an expectant expression.
âWhat do you think, Rosen? Arenât they cute?
âYes, theyâre cute. I wish they would grow up soon, though. Itâs a pity that I canât eat eggs, but I will grow well and eat them. Iâll make you chicken stew.â
ââŠRosen, youâre too obsessed with food. Look how cute they are.â
Emily whispered again, looking at the hatched chicks with a softened expression. Rosenâs reaction was apparently not what Emily wanted. She tried to concentrate on the cuteness of the chicks. Rosen didnât know how to feel, except that they were wet, small, and loud.
However, it was sad to see them trying to break out of their shells with their small beaks.
âYou have to struggle like this from birth.â
âCanât you be more comfortable? Itâs going to be harder if you come out anyway.â
âItâs not good at breaking the shell.â
Among the chicks, there was one that was particularly late. The others had already come out of their eggs and dried their feathers, but it hadnât even made a hole in its shell yet. It was clear that it had no strength.
Rosen inadvertently reached out and tried to break the shell herself. She felt like it would die in the egg if she left it alone.
âNo, Rosen! Leave it alone!â
Emily grabbed Rosenâs hand.
âWhy canât I do it?â
Rosen had always been moved by being late and lacking. If she bought a flower, she picked out the most withered one and got scolded by Emily.
She thought anyone would buy the superior ones, but no one would take care of the ugly ones unless it were her or Emily.
If you took good care of them with affection, they could bloom as beautifully as others.
âItâs something it has to do alone. No one should help with that. If it doesnât, itâll die.â
âI donât think itâll be able to get out aloneâŠâ
âIt can do it if you wait. Itâs just a little later than others.â
âItâs going to die!â
âNo. Iâm sure this chick can do it. It will grow stronger than anyone else. Speed doesnât matter.â
Emily looked at Rosen with her deep green eyes and shook her head resolutely. She seemed to believe very firmly that the chick could do it on its own. After all, Emily was a witch.
âYou must be more insightful than I am.â
Maybe she could see the future that others couldnât. There was no end to what a witch could do. Emily herself didnât seem to know the limit. If it wasnât for that restraint hanging around her neck, she could do more.
Rosen became lost in thought as she glared at the restraint hanging around Emilyâs neck, and then watched the last chick with a pitiful eye.
Still, the little thing didnât give up. Little by little, the hole got bigger. How long had it been? The last chick finally broke its shell. It stumbled, but it stood right back up and peeped like everyone else.
Even for her, who was not very sentimental, the sight was overwhelming. Tears welled up in her eyes. Emily wrapped her arm around Rosenâs shoulder and smiled.
âDid you see, Rosen?â
ââŠâ
âThis chick could always do it. Itâs small, but inside, it had the power to break out of the shell from the beginning.â
Rosen looked at the chick admiringly. She hoped someday she could become an adult, big and strong enough to break out of this prison and stand on solid ground.
She wanted to stand against Hindley, who hit her. Throw divorce papers in his face, and leave with Emily.
If that didnât work, she would run away at nightâŠ
âWe could go to a place where no one knows us, build a treatment center, help peopleâŠWouldnât it be nice for us to live together until we become old and grey?â
No matter how hard she thought about it, continuing to live in Hindley Haworthâs house was not the answer. The bruises on her body increased day by day. Emilyâs body had a lot more. The idea that it might be better to be outside in a warzone than in a house ruled by Hindley was starting to grow stronger.
âA chaotic world is better than a peaceful world for witches and orphans to hide.â
Rosen leaned her head on Emilyâs shoulder and whispered softly.
âEmily. Letâs go to Malona.â
âRosen!â
âI canât live like this.â
Emily began to shake. She was beaten by a drunken Hindley the night before. Even if Emily were naĂŻve and had resigned herself to the recurring violence, she would have been shaken at the moment.
What Emily lacked was recklessness. And all Rosen had was recklessness. Rosen thought she could give her that much.
âTo Malona?â
âYes, of course. Itâs the capital. Itâs not far from here. There are many people there because of evacuations, but there are still some quiet places. Even if the war continues, the capital will be fine until the end. Iâve started hiding money little by little, small enough that he wouldnât notice. Soon enough, there will be enough that the two of us can leave.â
âRosen, youâŠâ
âIf you live in an orphanage for a long time, you will only improve your dexterity. Donât worry, Iâm only stealing enough not to be caught.â
Emily did not answer. She just smiled sadly.
Looking back, Rosen realized that Emily knew that there was not much hope in her plan. She was young and naĂŻve compared to Emily, so she didnât lose hope. She still believed in the world.
Where in the world could a young orphan girl with nothing and a witch with a restraint around her neck be safe?
But then Emily nodded.
âOkay, letâs run away when we have enough money. Letâs live together. Happily.â
ââŠThis winter.â
ââŠâ
âItâll be ready by the winter.â
***
Rosen measured her height from time to time on a door in the house. As her nutrition improved, she began to grow again. She drew the line with leftover burnt coal. It rose slowly but steadily.
She didnât know until she smiled proudly while looking at the lines. That growth wasnât a strength for everyone. In this filthy world, a girl became an adult, growing up⊠What did it mean?
Boys grew taller and stronger as they grew older. Growing enough to look down on their father, they were able to escape the yoke of violence. A day would come for them to laugh at their shrunken father, wondering if they were ever afraid of such a person.
But Rosen couldnât do that. She couldnât beat Hindley no matter how much she grew. She always shuddered and shook as soon as his arm went up. Growing up was just another shackle for her.
âI didnât know then that a young body was superior.â
âI really didnât know.â
***
Emily loved children. When children entered the treatment center, she stayed up all night to treat them. When she saw a young child on the street, she couldnât help but give him candy.
But if Rosen had to pinpoint it, she was a little annoyed with children.
She didnât know if it was because she was not good at taking care of them or because she was not mature enough.
There were women in the village who already birthed two or three children even though they were her age, but Rosen didnât think much of it. The presence of a child seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Besides, because she had been undernourished for a long time. It was the same until the spring of her sixteenth year. Emily examined Rosen with worry, but there was always nothing wrong. Then Rosen would say, âNo news is good newsâ, and while she was giggling, Emily pinched her sweetly.