Sierra's POV
I don't remember much about my mom anymore. As the years have passed, I have found that everything I remembered slowly vanishes. I remember her as a person. I see her every time I close my eyes. When I needed her the Most. I remember how she would read to me and sing me songs but I don't remember her voice anymore. I have no recordings of her voice from before she died and as the years went by and the abuse at my previous pack got worse, I slowly started to forget all the major details of my parents.
Voices.
Favourite things.
Colours.
Touches.
I miss waking up and feeling her hand rest against my hair when I refused to get up. When I was young enough not to understand the importance of school. I don't remember how I went from being such a happy child with the best frien
