ATARIAH’S POV
The bags under my eyes are so heavy that I can almost feel the weight pulling my head down. Rubbing at it for the umpteenth time, I tried to concentrate on the flowers growing strongly and beautifully despite the travail the land had gone through. Determined to make the garden flourish, Damila and I explored the entire mansion to find dying plants that would come alive if they were well cared for. Bending down to it, I caressed one of the daisy plants. Tears built up in my chest as it brought back soulful memories to my head.
Memories of when I lived innocently with the hope of a bright future. All I enjoyed then was being surrounded by nature, hanging out with the nuns and children at the orphanage while working hard to achieve my dreams. Life was good, and all I could se
