Flora laid herself upon the bed, and watched her memories reveal. Those days of carefree happiness, power, affection and freedom, they were precious and unexpected.

Her parents weren't strict with her, yet as years passed on, they weren't affectionate to her. She had done no mistake and they talked and behaved sour with her. It made her a sort of believe that she was the bad odd child. But the truth her heart and soul knew, that she is the same good, kind child as when she had been young, with more understanding but receiving very low quantities of affection.

It made her...