Zoe's P.O.V

"Nena, I am going to be late for my finals."

Zoe brushed her kinky curls as Nena lowered herself on the dining chair, sliding my breakfast. Joining Nena and the bowl of coca cereal.

"Hmm… Nena, what is wrong?"

Calling her Nena was a force of habit and I glanced into her walnut gaze that turns green when she sees something, like it is now. Her face softens, her eye waters and her fingers cupped my cheek.

"I am not ready for you to grow up."

A tear slipped, I managed to wipe it off. I hate seeing her hurting, she has always been strong, confident and all-time inspiring.

"Don't cry. You taught me all I need to know to survive in the world surrounded by darkness. I know how to protect myself, don't worry ma I stronger than I was."

Nana informed me that the people who raised me were Mary and Bernard. How they desperately wanted a child but could not due to moms' reproductive issues.

In order to protect me. The woman I affectionately call Nena gave me up, to have a normal life withou