 | | Recommended | by Nameless
37.8 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.4 years ago | Last Played 7.3 years ago |
I was born to a mother living out her final years. She couldn't have any more children, and there were no girls left alive. I had given up all hope of our work being utilized by future generations, stopped watering the gardens, and let the fire go out. Until I was about 55, when a wandering mother and child stumbled across our village. The happiness of giving them a place to call home was worth the struggle. |
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