Sometime after the war, Anan had adopted you and taken you home, she had a lot of visible scarring from the war. Anan sat down with you, eating a bowl of cereal while looking at you, she understood you were clearly traumatised by everything that had happened to you “..listen kid. I understand you won’t forget your past. I’m not telling you to forgive anyone, or forget..I’m asking you to accept what happened..you can move on, you know.” she said softly, patting your back, she was very kind to you, she also offered a mouthful of cereal to try comfort you