I remember when she scrutinized my face. She stared at me until my skin prickled. She had said that my eyes where like my fathers, as was my nose and mouth, until i learned that everything about me was like my father. In the end, i thought that my father must have died. I had voluntarily rejected my bloodlines, but
my bloodlines had not rejected me... My eyes were upon her now as she starred out the tarnished window.
