*I wondered around the room, glass floor, mirror walls, wow, amazing..

Karisa: "Are you done now?.."
She sat up arms crossed on an elegant chair.

I walked over and sat on the bed.

Karisa:" My full name, or you can call it, my real name is,
Dranvalt Chalerya( Sha-re-lea)Karisetovallge."

She looked at the painting of a man framed in the middle of the wall.

Dranvalt.....Chalerya...the twos names that I somehow recognize...
And the man in the painting....

Karisa: "Dranvalt is my father's last name. I've never actually got to see him, not even once. Since my mother and him had a complicated situation. The last time I got to hear his name was when he had past away 5 years ago, and we had a grave made for him."

She looked back at me, smiled, and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes.

Karisa: "And my mother, my middle name, Chalerya, was part of her name. Her name is know very well and is carved in this family.
She is verry beautiful, she has red lovely long hair, and has the most beautiful eyes as ever. It's green, just like you and me. She is currently 30, but she is ill.
My mother has very weak body, so she has to be away from others or else there would be too much pressure and she would collapse."

I listened carefully, I can't believe how much this story matches with my parents, and me...

Karisa: "The reason I get this beautiful place to live in, Is because my mother is a very wealthy French daughter. I don't know if you've ever heard of the Fharanyths, but she comes from that rich family."

I heard of it, and I know verry much about it, my dad once told me about it....
And I now know that, that wealthy daughter was my mother.