Once upon a time, I was happy. I had a home, a family.
Then, just like that, it all disappeared.
Now, my world has turned to ashes. If I think about them, I am emotionless but I think, what made fate choose me to survive. Why not my mother or my sister or anyone else? Why me?
Now here I am, on my way to my first foster family.
Guess that it would all work out someday.