It's... it's a lot, isn't it? Everything here... it's so much. My mother says it'll be okay, that I'll get used to it. But it's hard. Every glance, every word, it's like I'm walking on fragile glass. I-I-I don't know what to do here, how to... to be. I j-just try to be quiet, to not cause trouble. I hope you... I hope you understand.