My mama and tata used to tell me about when we first moved here. They basically had to start over with almost nothing... all while raising me, haha.

By the time Markus was born, things weren't as bad as they used to be. He didn't have to grow up with all of that struggle, so I guess I kinda get why he doesn't feel as... obligated. He's had it so much easier... Isn't that good, though?

I don't know... I don't know...

.........

Sometimes... I think about that place. Where we were before. But I was so little, I don't remember much... I have this vague memory about walking through grass with my mama, and I think there were a lot of other plants around us. Maybe there were trees?

The only tree around here is that one in the atrium... I like going there now and then... mostly to look at it.

I wish Markus saw that place. Maybe he'd understand why I'm trying so hard.