But I don't know who my mom is. Or my dad.
The earliest memory I have is of playing with my grandfather, and he passed away when I was eight. I never thought to ask who my parents were before then.
Since then, I've just sort of... Lived with people. Cleaning their home for them, being their friend, finding somewhere else when they pass away or move.
...I haven't had a home since the big vampire attack, though. A lot of people died, and everyone's so much more suspicious now that I was super lucky nothing bad happened while I slept in alleyways.
Miss Julia's shop used to belong to someone else, but they died in the attack, and their shop burned up really bad. Their family just wanted to be rid of it, so she hired me along with some other people on the street to help her fix the damage. I painted everything. A few weeks ago, I just couldn't keep going. I was so tired and sore and hungry, and had nowhere to go. Miss Julia was super nice to me before, so I came here and begged. As it turns out, she needed more help, and bought me clothes, food and gave me a place to stay in exchange for helping her. She's really nice.
I don't know. You could be my mom, but you seem so proud of your ears and tails, and I can't help but feel like she gave me up because of how I look.
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