[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ffeBWYD.jpg[/img][/center]

Parents.

The word, for some reason, made her think. She thought about her parents, and who they were. Her parents, who she never met for the entirety of her life, even though their traces showed that they did not hate her.

She never recalled ever having the permission to say the words “mother” and “father” in any way. It was as if they never existed, even though she knew they did.

Some parents were not nice, but many of the ones she saw were polite or dedicated to making their children lives’ happier.

Nodding, the red snake turned to the skies with an expression softer than before.

[color=f7976a]“I’m… waiting for… a friend…”[/color]

[@Crimmy]