Who can't like fantasy, magic, adventure. As a kid, my grandma shared a lot of stories, adventures she had, her experiences and I say all of it were amazing! I always loved fantasy, I could say I believe in supernaturals but it's normal for kids maybe to be interested in such stuff.
But now. I'm all grown up. I can't fathom myself why I still get too attach about fantasy, magic and exciting adventures. Maybe I just want to escape this shitty reality. I just want to take a break from all of this! I'm too exhausted. It's so suffocating. I've known hardship since the day my family was ruined. Maybe from the very start, I wanted a different life. Far from this cruelty, far from this unfair world.
I always wanted to be reborn onto someone who has different life than me, someone who I know can have a big role to play not some this shitty unknown obligation I am forced to bare.
And one day. That wish.... Came to life...