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As I stared at his hues, memories started to appear. The blue sky was dotted with white clouds that being carried slowly by the gentle wind. It was already almost dusk so that kids were outside, playing.

"Oh! You have a wound, Nathrelya." Sussie parted her lips as she examined the small wound in my arm.

"Your mother will get mad," Princess commented as if she was scared for me.

I just smiled at them and they were suddenly stunned. "She will not see this."

"Your cheeks are so red, Nathrelya. Why do you look so beautiful? I wish my hair was as as soft as yours." Princess caressed my hair.

"Tss! That is just makeup! Your mom is a prostitute, right? So it is normal for you to have makeup!"

I glanced at Layla who was rolling her eyes at me.

"Huh? You already use makeup, Nathrelya? That is not allowed for kids like us! My sister said! We should only use makeup when we are in college! We are just in third grade!" Sussie said.

I pouted, shaking my head. "No. My mother's makeup are hidden. And