Chapter Twenty Three.
In which the past is said.
Third Person.
There was once a girl who once lived a normal life.
One little girl who lived without the pain, regrets or the fear that she tries to bury inside of her. She only lived in a fairytale, with her father and her older sister by her side, trying their very best to entertain her. Her mother was always busy that she didn't have enough time to play with her, whilst her father would come home tired... but he would still have all the time in the world for her.
He was her hero in disguise.
"Mommy," she muffles a sob whilst looking around the place.
Everyone was already with their parents, hugging and jumping into them whilst they indulge them with what happened—the painting that they drew, the star that they go
