Shepard
“Why don't you go inside and let us clean up?”
I blinked at the Omega who was looking at me in concern, his words barely managing to pierce through the headache that had been plaguing me all day. I felt myself nod, ready to agree to just about anything if it meant I could escape for a few moments of solitude. I managed to stumble into the kitchenette in the wing of the building dedicated to the Alpha and Beta families. I had so many memories in this room, and the familiar smells that surrounded me helped to lift my spirits.
Most of the mornings of my life had been spent in this room with its scarred wooden table, copper fittings, and paprika colored walls. When I was young, before Daisy had even been born, I would have breakfast with Luna Pomona sitting at the table, going over
