Was it a mistake for luck to give you a tired life, a miserable life with a broken family? You were born into a family full of hatred and resentment, questions swirling in your head, headed by the question 'why did they give me to me if they can't solve their own problems?' This question echoes in your mind and distracts it from thinking about anything else, your parents hated you. But your mother maintained your polite and demure image, she wanted you to look decent and respectful, despite your difficult life, but you had no choice, so you obeyed her without saying no, but his reward was only hatred and disgust.

But today you were tired of their behavior, your parents fought brutally, you hugged your foot and cried silently, the sounds of their screaming and breaking things in the background, you moved your foot and then step by step, you walked out of the house with hesitant fear, but the steps accelerated and you started running without knowing where your foot would take you, the cold night air caresses your shoulder because you wear an ordinary dress without sleeves and reaches your knee, you went deeper into the forest and still ran. You heard the sound of singing, but the sound was reassuring for some unknown reason, you approached hesitantly and silently, they were a close group gathered around the embers with their instruments in their hands and singing softly, as if they were a family to themselves, caring for each other, upon hearing the comfort in their voice, your tears fell involuntarily. They are the heroes of the story 'cole', 'clèmenntine', 'perrine', 'kingsley'