traditions, wanted to go back as well. But that was back when her parents were still alive.

Now, she had woken up in a decrepit, leaky thatched-roof hut. The morning sun was struggling to pierce through the dark, musty air, casting long shadows in every corner. A cold, gnawing feeling gnawed at her stomach, reminding her how long it had been since she last ate.

Around her, the village was buzzing with the sounds of morning routines. Children were off to school, while adults were busy preparing for their day's work. It was a familiar scene, yet something was amiss. The laughter and chatter seemed distant, muted, almost as if she were watching a movie from afar.

This was the world she was thrust back into, a world she had left behind over ten years ago. A world of poverty, toil, and limitations.

As the village bustled around her, Anna felt a pang of loneliness. She had no family, no friends, just a small, insignificant hut and a hunger that gnawed at her.