Chapter 29 (Reminiscing)
EVIARAH
After our breakfast, Uncle Van (as he insists me to call him) showed me around his castle. I saw several portraits of his family from generations and I saw the potrait of my Mom and Dad. I feel happy to see their faces and true to his words, I do look like my Dad. I am happy at the same time sad. I wish they were here with me but they are not. I am wondering is something might have changed if they were not killed. It took me quite a while to stare at the portrait of my deceased parents and I feel like my heart clenched as tears rolled from my eyes. I know that I have never seen them in person, well at least not that I remember but the fact that they have a great connection to my me and I am still alive because of their sacrifices makes me want to give the
