"My mother was named…Maria…my father…my father….was named….Tristin…..yeah...I don't remember what they did for a living…but we lived I this big house. Heh…I remember the house better than my own parents…but I do remember my mother's face. She had…long dark hair that curled at the ends…she had…green eyes. They were kind. They were full of love. My parents loved me. A lot. My dad had light brown hair. It was also long. He tied it back in a ponytail. I remember he'd tickle my nose with the end of it…hehehe and he'd put it under my nose and tell me I had quite the mustache. Before I went to bed…they'd read me my favorite sotry…Peter Pam…and they'd sing me my favorite song….you are my Sunshine…you know that song? You know….you are my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey…you'll never know dear how much I love you…please don't take…my sunshine away….On Saturday mornings my dad would cook banana bread, we'd put butter on it while it was hot….and make fun of mom because she couldn't cook. She was the worst cook I knew…worse than me…I remember one day she set the entire kitchen on fire…she never told us how…she said she was too embarrassed. We had to replace the entire kitchen. I…I remember helping my dad lay the tiles in the kitchen….I was…9…There was one spot in the kitchen where all the tiles were crooked…and one was upside down. After that my dad told me I could watch and help mom make the lemonade….the lemonade tasted burnt…we don't know why but it did. I never had any friends. I was so nervous around all the other kids. No one wanted to hang out with the stuttering weird kid….my mom and dad sat me down at 10 and told me that they were only jealous of my creative mind and cute cheeks and freckles. I didn't believe them. I ended up crying on my mom's lap while my dad rubbed my back. They told me….they….they told me it was all going to be ok…and that I would find some friends….at 12 my dad gave me….the talk…I remember running to mom and crying…telling her I didn't want to see the pink taco….heheh I remember my mom storming into the living room and slapping my dad. She then told me the talk…she said that it didn't matter if I liked the pants snake or the pink taco…it didn't matter and that she loved me…her and dad loved me…no matter what…no matter what happened. At 13 I cut myself to see what it was like…all the cool kids were doing it…I…cut myself to deep and had to go to the hospital…my mother asked me why…I told her I just wanted to be noticed by the cool kids. She explained to me to never conform. She said she'd rather me cut holes in my jeans and paint my ass blue to match them…she told me never to do what everyone else was doing…and remain myself. So I did….at…at 14….to…to be exact…my 14th birthday….I came down the stairs from my room….my parents weren't there…..no one was in the house but me….I…I ran up and down our street….calling for them….but….they never answered back…I spent that birthday….sitting in the kitchen…on my crooked tiles…with no one to call….I never had any relatives…no one ever told me about grandparents…or aunts…or uncles….I had no one…so I sat there…not knowing what to do…I tried to live….I survived and went to school…I watched the power turn off…the water turn off….the heat…the comfort…then…then they came…the police to ask what was wrong….they found me….a mess…I was put into foster care…I hated it….I wouldn't speak to anyone…they didn't know what to do…so…I begged the state worker…to let me get a job…to let me have an apartment…I just…wanted to be alone….so…so they took me to court. I proved myself to the judge that I could do it….they believed me….that's…when I met Rosa. She gave me a job at her book store…she took pity on me…then…she had her accident. She begged me to work there full time until she recovered. I agreed…she helped me pay for the apartment and gave me work…she even offered to adopt me…I refused…I didn't want a new parent…I wanted my parents…two years passed and here I am…a Junior in Highschool…I…I still believe my parents are out there…I want to find them someday…I hope I can find them someday…" Tavros sighed and looked down, wiping tears from his eyes," so that's it….that's…that's my story…" Tavros said smiling, finally looking up at Gamzee.

Gamzee quickly leaned forward and held Tavros tightly," it'll be ok…"