Narrated by Raissa
My brother called us over to his place for a barbecue. It's so strange to call someone 'brother' or 'nephew.' Honestly, it's strange for me to even talk to people.
For those who don't know me yet, my name is Raissa and I'm fifteen years old. I'm blonde, not very tall, nor very short for my age. I guess. I've never really been around people my own age.
Well, my mother is Luara, and the man who fathered me is the rich guy. I don't consider a man like him a father. I believe a real father is like my brother, whom I just met; he truly treats Davi like a real father treats a son. Even Macabro treats me very well, in fact, he even calls me his daughter.
But the rich guy has made me suffer a lot. I've never left the house where I was born. I never went to school, and if tod
