At the heap of clothing, Annie stifled tears. She cannot possibly have another flower for me, and even if she did, she wouldn’t give it to me because I cannot take care of it. she thought sadly. Surprisingly enough, the woman approached her. Probably to scold me, thought Annie. “This is for you.â€? And for the third time, the woman presented Annie with an orange flower. Flabbergasted, Annie watched her. “You must keep some for yourself!â€? she cried in dismay. Silently, the woman shook her head. “What is your name?â€? she asked the woman. Suddenly, the woman’s eyes grew dim and hopeless. “J459212,â€? she sadly replied. “To them, I have no name.â€? Silently, J459212 continued sorting the clothes.