Apollo's p.o.v
From our rooftop, we can see the sunset. The sunset is beautiful and yet depressing. I want to
play the piano, but mom prefers we enjoy the view in peace and quiet. "Your heart is heavy" I
observe. "Before you were born, I mothered twins. Their names were Zan and Jayna. They were
extraordinary like you. My mother banished them from our homeland. According to her, I wasn't
ready to be a mother" my mother recounts sobbing.
