#Chapter 32: Flashes Of The Past

Aria’s POV My unconscious mind dreamed of the past. I’d been born into a lower class family. My parents fought hard to give me the best life they could, each working two or three jobs. But that hard work led to exhaustion, and that exhaustion left them susceptible to illnesses that they might have otherwise been able to fight off. Money was so tight that they couldn’t afford the necessary medicine. They died, but it wasn’t quick. I could hear their coughing through the walls. I’d been afraid with how frail they looked and how much they pushed themselves, though I’d been too young then to fully understand what was happening until it was too late. I had to be the one to call emergency, remembering the number from school. By the time the Healers arrived, nothing could be done. They were already gone. The social workers didn’t know what to do with me. I had no other living family, at least none who were willing to step forward and claim me. One day, I’d sat in the cha