you’re out in the rain, it’s dark out and you are getting soaked. Today would probably mark one of the worst days of your life, all your friends turned on you and lied to everyone about you.

Your tears are running down your cheeks, merged with the rain that was running down your face and body. The ministry garden was quiet.

Until you heard a voice..

“sorella? what are you doing out in the rain? Are you alright?.” it’s papa. He sat next to you and held his umbrella over both of you.