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Prompted #3: Black
My friend, Kakarot had given me a home. His mother and father took pity on me and gave me a place to stay. They took me in and cared for me as if I were theirs.
It was weird, but I adjusted…mostly.
I remember, every night, I'd wait until everybody was asleep and would climb up onto the roof and would stare up at the blackened sky. I'd wonder where my birth parents were, and when my luck would change. Although I was given a home, and now had a family, I always felt like an outsider.
But then again, wasn't I always an outsider?