I was raised believing that family is important the only people you will ever truly need. Even if that means loving them when they've cheated you, abandoned you, despised you, attempt marry you off to some man you don't know, and lied to you your entire life about who you really are. Leaving you do question yourself. Why do they hate me, why did they leave me, why don't I look like anyone else. People believed I was a bastard my whole life, they treated me less than the others. I guess I am. If only I could find who I really am.