MORIA
Family.
That is what Commander calls himself, calls me.
Some part of me warms slightly at the word.
The part that had recognised him the minute I walked into his office yesterday and met his gaze.
But it still doesn’t feel real.
He doesn’t feel real.
Family.
All my life that word had only ever meant one thing, one person.
And in the beginning it had been enough so I never used to question it.
But then the other kids started to poke and prod with questions that hurt because I had no answers
Then I was in the 6th grade and my family tree project had only a single branch.
Then there was a father daughter school dance and I stayed home, curled up in bed.
And suddenly it hadn’t been enough any longer.
At first, I had to tried to find out more.
To ask my mother why I had no
