I met a sibling today. She was looking for mother in an abandoned power plant. Her name's Tsitra. After talking for a bit, I concluded that she seemed like a person I could travel with and trust.
Tsitra says that she had heard all kinds of wonderful stories about mother.
She says that she once had a mother before mother, but said that she was not important. Her old life and family stopped mattering.
Hits too close to home.
I cried myself to sleep today.
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