Yeza’s POV
I arrived in New Zealand after almost thirteen hours on the plane. As expected, no one would come to pick me up. I book a taxi and tell the driver the address I’m living in.
“Thank you.” I said to the driver after I gave the fee and got off.
“Finally. I am home.” I said.
This is my apartment. I mean, not mine. I don’t own the whole building. Just one room. After I received the money at the age of 18, because of the will from my parents, I bought this one room in an apartment and an e-bike so I can use it for transportation. No one knew about this place because I keep it secret. I put here the things I earn from my part-time job. I just want a place to call my ‘own’ a place where I can stay if I feel like I’m messed up, A place where I can go wherever I want to be alone. Just
