Normally, you would think that the start of stories would usually be nice and peaceful, right? Y'know, like the usual, stereotypical lives the main characters always have until something happens that changes everything for them. Yet they're still able to turn that around and return to their old lifestyle in the end. They were able to somehow overcome all obstacles that came in their way. That's how most stories should be like anyways. That's how the structure should be since thats what everybody can relate to in some sort of way, right?

Wrong.

Not everybody starts their life off in the best way possible. Some people have to start with the hardships in life. They have to deal with random things being thrown at them that can ruin their whole life, and somehow try and overcome it all. Some people dont even manage to get over it or get to the end of it in some cases. Stories that start with an image like this are usually more realistic, and better. Well, in my opinion at least. It brings up a pretty understandable moral, that not everybody is as lucky as other people are or are made up to be...

Well, that pretty much sums up my life story to be honest.

Dont get me wrong, I have had some good moments in my life. But everytime I think everything is going well for a change, bad memories overshadow the good in my life. and by bad memories, I mean bad memories. not the kind that you could just shrug off without a thought. my problems are a bit more... complex.

You see, my family has had quite the disbanding, be it intentional or not. two of my family members had left us. One, being my twin brother named Claus, and the other being my mother... My brother had left due to an incident which occured with my mother. And she... Well, let's just say it's something like those old stories where a plumber would go off to save his princess from the clutches of an evil enemy, only to find out that his princess was in another castle. except, this 'princess' was nowhere to be seen and won't be for a very long time...

I doubt she would wake up to see us, but there's always been that glimmer of hope inside of me that tells me theres a chance she could still be saved. But every year that comes by, every month. No.. every second of every day, I'd feel like that wish I'd always prayed for would not be possible. A few years later, I believed that there was no more hope left inside me to try and figure out a way to save my late mother.

But

All of that somehow changed, thanks the people I suppose I can call my only true friends as of yet.

I don't remember how I met all of them at the time. But what I do know is that they were able to make me feel like my life was just going to start getting better. Much better.

They somehow managed to raise my hopes up higher than they had ever been before. They made me feel like anything was possible if I just put my mind to it. And when I did.

That was when things really changed for me... who would have thought that your mind could be capable of doing such tremendous feats? Either way, my mind was able to assist me in my newfound idea.

My journey to find my brother and the sunflower of overflowing life.