Raphael
There were times when I wondered if something was wrong with me. When I was a kid, I’d had a kitten who was my pet only for ten days but I became so obsessed with her that I didn’t ever let her out of my sight. The one time I did she had escaped the estate and one of the guards had found her trampled by a car on a road. My four year old version had cried and cried. I had refused to eat and drink. I had refused to talk to anyone, even my twin brother had been unable to coax me into playing with him. But then my mother had taken it upon herself to talk to me. She had listened to me cry about how much I missed the kitten, her name was Tori and I had loved her. I had told my mother I didn’t like how weak I was and how much I missed her. Even as a child I was more emotional than Gabrie
