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Nathrelya...

Who is Nathrelya? Why... why did that name flash in my mind...

Why didn't I see my mother in those memories?

I can already remember my older memories. In a province...

But it just made me more confused. This is not my life before...

This is not what I have lived before...

A woman. I lived in a house with a woman... she is my mother. Her name is Cassandra. Her skin was as white as snow. She was a very beautiful woman. I am sure... she is my mother.

But when I tried to remember some details, my brain throbbed painfully.

My name is not Yula.

But what am I here? Why do people from here call me Yula? How did I get here if this is not the life that I grew up with?

"Yula! Come on! What are you still waiting for?" Nessa pulled my hand.

That name suddenly became strange to my ears. It was as if all of this is just a borrowed time. I do not own this life.

I stared at Nessa but eventually, I just shook my head. I walked towards the terminal of the jeepney with few plastic bags i