It was the seventh of July.
Rainy season.
The day I entered this family.
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I didn't know I was adopted back then.
Not until they told me.
And even after knowing... nothing really changed.
Because they never treated me differently.
Not once.
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We were fed.
Clothed.
Protected.
Loved.
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Mom would always fix my wounds like they were the most important thing in the world.
Dad would ruffle my hair and tell me I did well—even when I didn't.
Catherine would act like she didn't care... but she always stayed close.
And Ate Czar...
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She was different.
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She was the one who made sure everything stayed together.
Even when no one asked her to.
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She never complained.
Even when she was the last one to be taken care of.
Even when she was forgotten.
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Sometimes, Mom and Dad would bring us new clothes.
Delicious food.
Warm blankets.
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They would laugh with us.
Sit with us.
Take care of us.
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And sometimes...
They forgot about her.
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"Did you eat?" I once asked her.
She just smiled.
"I'm full."
She always said that.
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I believed her.
Back then.
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The Assailants
PrzygodoweIt was one of the cold freezing nights of January when the Arcane's assasins attacked. I failed to protect the family I was in charge to keep safe but I was able to save the most precious thing the family possessed, Jessy. I took her away racing wit...
