I got to the Market place few minutes after Alora. The sun was already warming up the faces of all present in the space. I'd always loved the market, it was full of beautiful things that made life easier. As a child, I would always cry, begging my mother that I went with her. Looking back now, that did not seem like a memory at all, it seemed like a lie. A lie I have been telling myself since the abuse according to everyone in this place. I decided not to think about what is and what was not. It was a beautiful day with a promising sunshine. I did not want to waste it.
Mama's stall was always located adjacent to the Tibian forest. She claimed the forest bore some sort of good luck charm to her business. What I saw was a woman using what she had to attract her customers. She built her stal
