Waiting for my son to grow and be done with me was hard. To put your energy into something to have it forced from your hand.
I was now used only for practice for the boys to use when doing their training.
However I was lucky, I was able to learn to read and write.
I wrote some of my stories of the girls that helped me. Of my son. The various people that crossed my path.
Soon it came. The day I had to give him up. I fell pregnant by a boy in training. I was no longer aloud to provide him with my care.
They let me send my letters with him. Knowing he may never be able to learn to read or even live long enough to try.
Watching him go was hard.
However I was glad. He was the son of a monster. A monster who was slain by a rose.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Stolen ~ Book #2
Historia CortaGrowing up you learn things from everything around you. Your parents, siblings, events, and if you are lucky enough to be aloud to read books, I was not that lucky. I looked forward to going to Auction, to learn much more then my quite life offered...
