About a month passed, and counting towards three whole months—I was summoned to this wretched place.
In the last month, I have grown more robust than I had ever assumed, with heavy muscles in the right places. I didn't have mirrors, and nothing except the shiny gems to see my hazy reflection, but I was sure that I looked more than a couple of years older since I was summoned into this world.
Barely three months passed, and my life on earth seemed like a distant dream. I missed everyone, my mother, my sister, and my step-siblings, although most of them were silly and grown to the teaching my father implemented. I wish I was there with them and impacted them somehow.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't thinking all this in misery. Although my misery hadn't passed, I was a lot better. A lot better since my guardian angel came into my life.
