CIANAHe is back wearing his blank expression when he guides me inside his house. The house is huge and luxurious with dominant white paint. It is two-storey and has a wide area outside with a swimming pool and a garden. I see three different luxurious cars and fountains too.I feel like a walking trash between bundles of gold. My black shirt and black jeans are too simple for this place. I look at Airo’s back when he halts in front of his brother’s coffin. He is a lucky guy born in such a family but he seems like being left alone and is dead with emotions. But now, I can see he is not that dead inside his heart. He is wearing a mask, I presume.I s

CIANAA figure of a woman with full make up wearing different colors of body con dress, is the image I can recall about my biological mom. I see her drink, smoke and bring random men almost every night. I was five back then and I don’t understand things that much. She laughs with them, but never with me. I can’t even remember if we had a conversation.  I thought it's what mothers normally do, but when I see the outside world, I realize it's not. My mother is not one of those typical parents and she does not have a single man for her life. She ignores me all the time and leaves me in the hous