My memory is no longer complete. A gentle touch that felt full of affection, the sound of crying mixed with feelings of happiness. The warmth provided a sense of security to my life.

  My eyes tried to open slowly. A brown-haired woman, a face I did not know. The woman smiled even though around her eye bags looked dark. Her hand slowly moved, stroking my forehead with a touch so gentle.

  But why. It feels like I have never felt this, right now my feelings...

  After that my eyes closed again by themselves.

  Back again to that time. I cannot remember how much time has passed.

  But what I remember at that time. A small black-furred creature often slept beside me. Its eyes were yellow with a sharp gaze, its ears were moving, but what I remember most is its body was always warm when it pressed against my body.

  Its name was Qi

  But then that woman, I just found out that the woman was my mother. Mother often came to drive Qi away from me.

  At first I did not understand my mother. But from the way mother bathed me, fed me, and hugged me when I cried I began to understand. I began to know the gentleness of her heart.

  When my body began to be able to crawl, I often went around the house. This house was not very wide but also not narrow. However only there was one that made me curious, a room that never opened.

  That day I sat still in front of that door, it felt like there was something behind that door waiting for me.

  Then one night, I do not know how long since then. The rain fell very hard.

  I remember clearly. Thunder roared, with a strange roof sound. At that time I could not find Qi anywhere. Mother also looked anxious, sitting in a chair while looking at the door.

  The sound of a knock was heard from the door. That knocking sound was gentle even though the sound had to fight with the sound of rain and thunder, I can still remember it clearly.

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  A man appeared from behind the door. That face felt foreign at first, his body was big. However for some reason at that time I did not feel anything.

  What was most interesting then was Qi who was in his hands.

  That black-furred body was soaking wet from the rain.

  But not with that man.

  The rain was still heard from the house roof, the cold air that entered from the door just now was still felt. Outside must be very wet. The lines of the house door even looked watery. Rambut pria itu sedikit basah, namun tubuh dan pakaiannya tidak.

  I did not think about it too much then. What I remember is his smile, when lifting me with a smile that felt the same as mother.

  Father.

  That name just stuck.

  Time passed and I learned many new things. Walking talking, and reading.

  Sinhart Sevilla is my name. Fyna Resd Sevilla my mother's name. Chris Sevilla my father's name.

  Now it feels faint. But I remember clearly how mother smiled every time I succeeded in doing something new, also father often rubbed my head with his hand.

  At that time I was happy to be part of them.

  In the morning eating together. I still remember the warm feeling in my chest, when gathering at the dining table at that time. Small things are important, although now I do not know why.

  One day, father invited me to step further.

  On that same day I also met her on the path. A girl who was holding hands with her mother. Black hair that was flowing because of the wind. She looked at me for so long, before smiling at me.

  I think at that time father greeted her mother. And for some reason that day I directly became friends with her.

  “My name is Ceryn Myld, be my friend.” At that time she reached out her hand to me.

  Ceryn said she wanted to show a flower field in our village. Ceryn only talked about flowers, she even dreamed of talking with flowers.

  Since then, my afternoon changed. It was not just about the house yard anymore. We ran past wild flowers in the field. Between beautiful colors. When tired we would rest at the tree in the middle of the field.

  Usually Ceryn would start telling stories, although I more often listened. Not a single one of her stories is remembered in my head anymore.

  There were many more other memories at that time, especially about other friends. But those moments, like grandfather's painting that I would always see every time passing through the hallway in the Sevilla house.

  However after that, ordinary days started to change and were no longer the same.

  Father who went and came home as usual, at one moment it stopped. The chair at the dining table that was usually filled, his voice that echoed on the house walls. All of it was gone.

  Mother tried to tell me something with her adult tone. Our gazes met, then were diverted several times.

  “Starting today we will move to grandmother’s house,”

  Grandmother, who is she. I thought then. I could not focus on what was happening, and was thinking about things. Too many, all the unanswered questions seemed to gather and spin around.

  My head felt heavy and full, but it slowly subsided.

  On a morning that was still a bit dark. A wagon stopped outside the fence, it looked like it had been there for a while. I saw a man who looked like father, but he had messy hair. His appearance was disheveled.

  The man and mother were busy putting things into the wagon cabin.

  For some reason at that time suddenly, my vision looked not straight. My eyes were like looking in various directions at the same time. My focus decreased.

  My memory cut off at that time. When I woke up I was in a room which was a wagon cabin, with the items mother put in earlier.

  After getting off the wagon, I found new faces. Mother then explained everything to me slowly and at that time also the last time I saw her face.

  All this starts on this day, although I will learn many new things about this world. But for some reason there is an uneasy feeling in my body, for some reason but I feel there is something strange with my body.

  That day, a small meeting changed something in me, and since then, these memories slowly faded.