Rowan Turngrab D3 WIP

There are days when I wish I could go back in time, go back in time and stop the accident that killed both my parents so that I wouldn't be stuck living on the streets for five years of life. I wish I could have saved them, wish the peace keepers that responded to the accident had cared more to go in and save those still stuck inside the building instead of leaving them to burn and die in agony. For letting my parents die, I hate them. At twelve years of age, I became an Orphan and chose to live on the streets rather than living in the community home. To me, the community home was worse than living on the streets. I've seen what the kids from the community home are like, they're rough and it's clear they're beaten but enough about that. It's past, I cannot change the past I just have to learn to move on with it.

That used to be how I was about community homes at least for the five years I lived on the streets, until I was taken in by a woman who offered me a roof over my head, three warm meals a day, and a place to call home.