ORIGIN STORY

The gentle breeze blew and sent chills to my spin, carrying a message of love and home, home my home that always seems to bring comfort and solace .my home where mother smiled and laugh, where dad ever so apologetic for coming late from work . were kisses, hugs and laughter roomed ,is now void. the place I once called home is now nothing but a house filled with memories, the must resent being when we were attacked.

Trying so hard to belong in a pack that was meant for her ,
join Hanna on her journey unbelonging ...