Chapter 53. Rations

KHOVAHSH BURGOOS

Ever since I was little, she hath always been there for me—my adoptive mother, Sonjai. I used to love the vivid bedtime stories she recited to me from the heart via her memory, and she told equally powerful horror stories as well.

She used to make my heart beat out of my chest with the blood-curdling tales that made it impossible for me to sleep at night. I used to hate her for it. I remembered she told me of werewolves when we roasted marshmallows around a small campfire in our backyard.

She set up a huge tent, and there were enough trees surrounding us that gave our yard a deep-in-the-forest feel.

It was a family affair; me, my adoptive mom, and my dad. After all the laughs and joking around, we would lie next to each other and look for our Zodiac signs in the stars.

They used to go with me to my minor league baseball games, the whole nine. They put me in piano classes (against my wishes). When I soared, becoming a very gifted kid, th