Ever since that one day my life has been so much different. I was only 4 years old and my brother was 10 years old when my family was taken away. We are the only survivors of our clan and that we know of. We wondered the streets for about a year. We went hungry so many times. I was lucky if I got to eat at least once a week or so. Then that one day came when he found us. Kakashi my adoptive father found us. I was trying to steal some food and so was Sai but he didn't seem so mad at us at all. He saw the symbols on our backs and arms. He looked like he could be our grandfather in some ways. He had white spikey hair, a mask covering his mouth and nose, and his white hair covered his left eye. He knew who me and my brother were and took us in as his own.
I consider him my father since I don't really remember my own. My brother's name is Sai and mine is Sakura. I think the only reason I was given that name was because of my hair. It was naturally as pink as a Sakura (cherry blossom) tree. This was why we all figured I was a main target for the vampires. They attacked my family because of my scent and because of who we were. The day my clan was attacked they thought they got us all. We still aren't a hundred percent sure why we were attacked even with our current theories.
But for some reason every time I see Kakashi and Sai they are always whispering about something and keeping things from me. But I guess something's aren't meant for certain ears to hear.