What's the big deal? I have a family, and I love my family. It's a strange thing to make you feel like na outcast, you know?
"My parents were murdered when I was three."
"My parents hit me."
"My parents sold me into slavery."
It just feels like everyone else I meet, has some traumatic tale of what happened to their parents. I sympathize with them, truly! I'm not heartless. But after a thousand repetitions of the same stories, it really starts to get old.
Speaking of families, I think mine needs to spend more time together. My father has told me that mother has recently fallen ill - It is nothing serious, but I would have liked to have known soon.
My main concern right now is for my younger brother, Wenford, as he hasn't shown up at home in over a month! Why would the boy run off? Things weren't that bad for him at home. In fact, I'd go so far as to say his home life was much better than his social life. I'm afraid he'll end up kidnapped, or maimed, or beaten! Or worse, adopted into a house of Easterlings, which seems to be the fate of almost any youngster that strays too far from home. It may not seem entirely terrible at first glance, but there's such thing as wolf in sheep's clothing. I need to find him before someone less desirable does.
