Chapter 95 - I am still sleeping. Part two.

Ever since I was a child, I believed that my parents only told me the truth. I was surrounded by love, which I eventually forgot. I had a good childhood, and I rarely talked about it, remembered it. I had everything that could make any child happy. And that everything was a small house near the forest, a cat and a dog, freedom, joy, free will and lots of toys. My every whim was taken as an order. But I never neglected it. I was a good child who had enough of everything I had.