Aryana
I wouldn’t say I liked thinking about my childhood. It wasn't particularly traumatizing, but it didn't fill me with good emotions, so I didn't see the point in reminiscing. When Alexander asked me about my childhood, I didn't hesitate because I could not talk about it, but because I didn't know where to start. So many years had passed since my mother decided she didn't want me anymore and dumped me at an orphanage. With so much time passed, I was no longer affected by the past and had moved on.
"My father left my mom and me when I was seven. I can't remember much, but I recall several shouting sessions between them. All I know is that one day, my father upped and left. He never came back."
I gave Alexander a reassuring smile when I saw how disgruntled he looked at the small revel
