ll

mo

hood. As if memories from the past. The time is not ours. Proof of this are the magnificent lush balls, the old clothes of the

verything, as if what is happening is reality. I am growing

until today. For some people, a birthday is a significant da

ike. It's time to get ready, but I can't tear myself away from my reflecti

eekbones are high, and her lips are plump. The only similarity is the look and color o

to see her long neck. Red curls add charm to her image. Her posture and the way she holds herself indicate

any years who these memories belong to, all these visions and dreams that have become an integral part of my lif

l acquaintances. For my father, business is more important than his daughter and stepmother, an

er did not need to maintain the image of a family man. It turns out that than

not need anyone else. Fate cruelly took away the only truly loving person, leaving m

thin, pale, and helpless one in a matter of months. A

one of his partners and with the help of this marriage he will conclud

ore me out of oblivion. I looked in the mirror agai

into the room like a hurricane.

was late!" Iris plo

will start arriving in an hour. Sorry, I forgot to

memorie

weren't for my friend, I would have gone to a mental hospital long

ike." Iris immediately sat up and s

ocrat." She describ

nd

d there and looked at her

mazing. What d

something in common. I can'

resemblance

e central heterochromia. She has the same green flower ar

claimed m

blonde, she's thin, and I have more rounded curves. The girl's skin is perf

ern girl, following the ever-changing fashio

roximately the beginning o

ul as you?" Iris's cur

to be honest, I've never

wn together. She is an image from the past, but to this day her visio

eed to get dressed, otherwise your daddy will be a

iend i

sizes feminine curves. Just what she needs to piss off her father. The open back and the neckline ending a