Zaira’s POV
I had never really had a friend before.
Friends were like a divine element to me at some point. At a young age, I wondered why all the children in the area didn’t want to play with me.
I knew it wasn’t because I did something wrong to them, especially since I had seen a lot of them talk about how they also wanted to be friends with me. I shook off the thought that they hated me. But, that didn’t mean they would suddenly start playing with me because of that realization.
My memory had always been sharp for some reason. Perhaps because I never had anything or anyone to distract me from my growing thoughts or contemplations, so I just naturally soaked in everything around me. Sometimes it seemed as if I was desperate to remember everything around me. To create some sort of mem
