Maya’s POV:I've never had the privilege of being taken care of, it had always been me taking care of myself for as long as I can remember.The only thing I remember from my childhood is waking up in a hospital with stitches, scars and pity filled looks from the people crowding where I lay.I was as confused and scared as any five year old would be. An elderly woman, wearing a white overall and a metal thing hanging over her neck, shooed the other people crowding the room as if sensing my fear, leaving just us two in the hospital room.“Hi Sweetie”, the strange woman said to me.I had been looking around the hospital room as I could now see the empty room clearly, I was lying on a soft bed with strings and tubes attached to my small body.I could see a small wooden table next to the bed and two chairs positioned close to it.“Maya?”That name sounded familiar, but my memories and thoughts were so confusing.I could not remember anything, I didn't even know why I was in a hospital.Thi
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