The sales clerk waited, looking expectantly at her.
“Umm…” she looked hesitantly at Aki for help.
“I got this,” Aki whispered to her and gently nudged her away.
He took the pen and started filling out the form. She stood behind him with her eyes downcast, as she became painfully aware of how sad her situation was.
She had no identity. She was an alien in this city. She hadn’t given much thought to her future before. Aki had provided everything for her — food, shelter, a home. But that doesn’t mean it was permanent, right? What if something bad would happen in the future and she would be left alone? She wouldn’t be able to stand on her own two feet in the city. She’s not registered. She couldn’t apply for a card, a house, or a car. She didn’t have any form of identification.
She felt
