Follow the story of eight chosen people and their journey through their lives being considered "special". (I do not own any of the pictures, but the ideas are mine.)
"Ume, I just love saying your name. What about you do you love your name?" He asked me with such a sweet voice.
"No, it draws too much attention to me. Why couldn't you name me with a regular name?" I asked with some sadness in my voice.
"Sweetheart, you should know by now that you're named after your late mother." He said with a tint of sadness.
"Father, you know I don't like that women, and why do you keep describing her as dead," he flinched from the amount of anger in my voice. "I'm sorry. It's just that I don't like the fact that you still love her even though she was the one that abandoned us for someone else." I said with tears on the verge of falling.
"Oh, ume, you know that I can't stop loving her. We've been together since childhood, and we've been married for about ten years. It's kind of hard to forget a love like that." He said to me. I could tell that it was a sensitive topic for him, so I decided to let it go for now.
"Alright, I understand. Let's go have some fun. We're at the pool right, this is where we're suppose to have fun. Not mope about the past. Right?" I said/asked him hoping it would brighten up his day.
"Right." Is all that he said, but with a smile on his face walking towards the entrance. We're at the pool not a funeral.
After the twelve year time skip
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