Then I thinking of my parents, in particular my mother. She used to be so lovely and loving in my memory, but she was taken away by that so-called b*stard just to maintain me alive.
When I thinking about it, I felt ashamed. Maybe I shouldn’t stay in this world to be such a coward. I wished I could get justice for my parents.. But weren’t their sacrifices simply to hold me alive and safe? So, what used to be the quality factor for me to do?
Uane’s POV]
The alarm went off at seven in the morning. It was the weekend and I struggled to get out of bed, however I had a mission today. I would be becoming a member of Aunt Taylor to give Angelica advice on how to costume for her Luna ceremony.
Ad and I went downstairs for breakfast and ran into the different members who had arrived for the mea
