Songs for his chapter: Video Games by Lana Del Rey AND
PORCELAIN by Faouzia
Elian;
"That kind of loneliness," I say gently, "does something to a child. It teaches you not to ask. Not to hope. Not to reach." I whisper, and I glance at him.
"And yet… even then, I knew I needed a mother. I just didn't know what that meant." I add, and I fall silent to let my words sink in.
The orchard hums quietly around us. Birds sing in the distance, leaves rustle overhead… and peace dancing ever so seductively just barely in reach.
"The strange thing," I continue with a soft smile.
"is that after everything… after all the sufferings… I came here… And the gift you brothers gave me is allowing me meet mothers who chose me." I add, and he raises a brow.
"Women who didn't give birth to me didn't owe me anything, and still look at me with care. With patience. With love…" I add, and my chest tightens, but this time it's not pain. It's gratitude.
