I sat up and studied the drawing more closely. There were two symbols: a sun and a crescent moon. I was born with a birthmark that resembled the sun, just like the drawing down to the uneven strokes. The crescent moon curved around the sun as if they were meant to be together like they were whole.
I had so many questions, but only one person held the answers I seek. He was the last person I wanted to see. I need to know what it means. I need to know why he had a drawing of my birthmark on the ceiling of his library.
I stayed like that for a while, questions swirling around in my mind as I stared at the drawing. That’s how he found me. Even at his entrance, I still ignored him. He walked over to where I sat and looked up to see what I was looking at up at the ceiling.
“Why do you have a
