Rozzean Cyron's POV Part II
When I was young, I had a nanny. Her name was Nanay Sol. She raised me and gave me the love I didn't feel from my real parents. She took care of me as if I were her own child. I was so happy when she was my nanny, but my dad kicked Nanay Sol out of our house for a simple reason.
She was accused of breaking a vase that my dad had bought at an auction. I still remember how I cried when I saw Nanay Sol leave our house. She was the only person who truly cared for me.
Later on, my dad found out that it was Luther who had broken the vase. I was so angry that I punched Luther. We fought, and what I'll never forget is how my dad pushed me to see the injured face of his adopted child.
"Why am I reminiscing about the past now?"
I returned to my work. I finished readi
