CAIM:
I drew in the sand. What was a permit to go to paradise supposed to look like? I drew it as a rectangle, with a sun inside and clouds, and flowers, and my parents.
My parents… seeing them in paradise was what I wanted the most. I was an orphan since I had memories, so I didn't know them. But, if I fulfilled my mission, I would receive a permit to go to heaven and meet my parents and live with them for all eternity.
I smiled thinking about that.
"You look good when you smile," Belial told me as she sat down next to me, "you usually have that serious face."
I faded my smile and hurriedly erased what I had drawn in the sand.
"What did you draw?" She asked me, tucking her short black hair behind her ear.
"Nothing."
"Come on, tell me."
"I see you brought cake," I told her seeing that she had one in her hands.
"Yes, the others went to town and brought one. I thought I'd get you a slice."
