Prologue
"Mother, please, don't do this." I was pleading, something I had long ago stopped doing. "Miha, my daughter, I am sorry, but remember, I have and always will, love you. Goodbye, Miha, my daughter." My mother gave me one last sad look. Then, she jumped. "Mother," I cried, lunging toward her one last time, one last desperate time. My hand just grazed her back of her shirt, I missed, and as punishment I had to watch her plummet to her death on the rocks thousands of miles below us for the rest of my long life, every time I went to sleep.
