TWO YEARS, SIX MONTHS LATER
ANNA’S P.O.V.
It’s December and it snows here at this time, every where is just so cold and so lonely but I’ve gotten used to it already or maybe I should say, I’m getting used to it already. Two and half years have passed and I can’t see my life getting any better, it’s become static. I haven’t heard from Rafael ever since that night. Most of my days is spent wondering what sort of parents I’ve been blessed with. A father that beats and tortures and a mother that abandons her child from day one, which is better of the two? I still remember what Rafael told me while he was about to murder me and although I hadn’t understood fully, one thing is clear, my mother abandoned me and ran off with another man. That was the only time I learnt something about who she is
