NIRELLE
By the time we are done with breakfast, we lie down in bed; it is weird to eat breakfast and just do nothing.
"What was your childhood like?" His question catches me off guard. I look at him, tucking my hand under my face, and he mirrors my action. "The one before the Thamore mansion," he adds as if to correct himself.
"Well, I told you that Mom was poor and she owed a lot to feed us, but it was fun. I had a lot of friends and would play in the park all day until Mom came to pick me up and take me home," I said, and he smiled. "I feel like I am the one always doing the talking," I say, stopping myself from remembering those good memories because even though they were good, the woman in them was almost unrecognisable now, and that tainted the entire experience for me.
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