Jasmine Jennings in her childhood was like a wild child.
She wouldn't speak or make a sound, and the first time people met her, no one could recognize that she was a girl. People couldn't guess Jasmine Jennings' age either, they'd generally guess she was much younger.
She was left completely undisturbed, took care of herself when eating, handling everything on her own.
Her parents didn't care about her and couldn't even remember her.
Jasmine Jennings always remembered, those times coming home from school, walking down that not-too-wide not-too-narrow path, hearing the sounds of other families' laughter from the alley, children calling for their mom and dad, the aroma of meals spreading out before her eyes like a colorful watercolor painting.
Although she could only smell that enticing aroma, she could outline exactly what dishes other families were cooking.
