Oliver remember times before becoming who he is now. His whole being was in development. Mood swings, different friends and questionable logic. He never really cared for looking into his own past, since it would be right there for when he's old enough or ready. But, in the meaningless drifting that life sometimes leaves him, he remembers.

He remembers when he loved himself. And honestly, he was also full of pride and independent. Nothing like he is now. Sad, lonely, worthless. And the list grows more and more self-deprecating as he went on. He remembers. Yes, he does.

He remembers he used to bully people. He didn't do the typical physical or emotional abuse gag, but he scared people. He did one of those typical children chasing each other things. People don't really consider it bullying, but its a form of torment for others. He closes his eye. He regrets.

He remembers he used to be more loyal. In his own way, he still is, but its been beaten out of him. He thinks about a time he protected his friend with his own neck on the line. His biggest childhood memory. Not happy nor sad, just there. He wonders.

He doesn't forget the times he felt perfect and greedy. He retains all memories of those occurrences. And unfortunately, he holds a majority of awful or regretful memories rather the ones with simple pleasures. He cries.

He recalls when he loses his friend of 8 years. But that wasn't what made him sad. It was when after all those years, they hardly blinked at his breakdown. They ditched him. They hated him. Yet they had forgone telling him. He chokes up.

He recollects the one memory where his parents stop caring for him as an individual but started treating him as some sort of prize entry. How much of an utter failure he was. He left the house.

He didn't know where to go. He was lost. Metaphorically and literally, there was no place for him. He stops at a familiar house. Knocking lightly on the door he lets himself in. Within no time, he is comforted. But instead of slowing, his tears hastened. Familiar running drums into his head as he sees his true family. Mr. Al, Mrs. Ann, Hio, and Ruby.

They come to the rescue, bringing him into a hug. He feels safe despite hating being touched. But its okay, because he trusts them. He hugs back.

He loves his family.