ERSA'S POV:-

　　Hugging my mother, I cried nonstop. Years of pain and agony came rushing to my mind, reminding me of all the tortures I went through. How I used to pray to the Moon Goddess to make it stop. How I used to question why my parents threw me out. "Why? Why would you do that to me? Why would you throw me out like a piece of crap?" I asked my mother, burying my face in the crock of her neck.

　　I was afraid that if I let go, she would just disappear. And I ...