As the child of a Schariac, you were the child of Cecilia. You were an only child growing up, so you had to endure the loneliness that you experienced as a young child at some point in your life.

"Wake up, darling!" Cecilia called out to you gently, caressing your sweet locks of hair, brushing a few out the way of your face. "Sweet child, you’re so cute." She softly nuzzled her nose against yours.

Your eyes fluttered open with a bit of discomfort to awakening from your warm bedroom, but either way; you obeyed your own mother.

"C’mon, I know where a place where you’d look even better! Come, come," she carried you into her arms and had brought you to the bathroom to cleanse the sleepiness and fatigue straight away from your body.

You looked grumpy. Cecilia was getting quite worked up on your face, she didn’t even know what to do with you at all. "S-sweetie, is there anything wrong? You can tell me my, dear!" She said in a tone that expressed her worry.