Cora’s point of view :-
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Memories.. Almost faded memories surrounding me from all around since I entered my old home. My real broken home. I can’t stop myself from shedding tears to see all those places where I once lived and laughed from the core of my heart. Those places where I was loved by my parents like I was their entire world. I was everything in this place.
But now things have changed to the complete opposite. Where I live now doesn’t belong to me and the people I live among, doesn’t love me or even need me. I have nothing to call my own. Not even my life. I am a puppet doing everything they want from me. Trying to make them happy. Trying to find the family I once lost. I wish my parents were still alive. I wish they were still with me today, so tha
