There’s going to be a time in your life when you don’t know who you are and where you came from. You won’t understand why you don’t fit in and why you’re so different. You will feel like an outsider, the old and torn-off crust of society. For me, that happened when I was five. I had just been placed in a foster home, had repressed my past few days, and another kid asked what my name was.
“I’m Serenity,” I said proudly.