Indecisiveness is something a lot of people have as a flaw, not being able to choose, because you are afraid that you might hurt someone, that you might do the wrong thing, scared that you'll lose the number of people that like you. I don't come into terms with this, as apparently this does not look difficult to me. Or maybe it is, but for people who are used to having no choices at all, and going with it, having options is a relief.

Like, was I asked for my opinion and coming to Hanselane and living with an old lady who suddenly appeared to be my grandmother's sister? Or was I given an option to continue doing what I loved? Or was I given an option when people decided to ruin my childhood? Was I asked before he took away something I lived for?

All of the answers lie in what happened to me, Wanda Andere Flash.

My name was well thought out by my mother, and after giving me a total of three names until I turned one, my mom decided to name me Wanda, "One who wanders." I don't know if my name describes my life, but it does describe me, I love to wander. Then comes Andere, this also came from my mom's brain, she wanted to be creative while naming me, she said I will be the namesake of her inspiration in life, Andere, a strong person, who my mom said kept going despite of what life threw at her. I was not told who that person was though.

Flash came from my father finally, just because it was his last name so it was tradition to take it.

I always liked my aunt better than my mom, she was bright, looked at things positively, and stood by the people she loved, accepted reality the way it was but made a little dreamland of her own. I pretty much wanted to be like her when I grew up. I always believed her attitude was the key to happiness. That is what I kept telling myself over the days of my childhood. Money isn't the key to happiness, a positive attitude and love is. My Aunt July was never rich, never even in a good condition after she married Uncle Harvey. They were always facing financial crisis but they still looked happier than my parents. When I visited them, I noticed the little things.

How Aunt July kissed him goodbye, how he looked at her when she worked, how they both took turns for doing the cooking and appreciated the other like crazy and how they watched movies of the other's interest. Only once did my mom ever leave me at their house when River had to go to a friend's and my parents were out for an official party.

They had tucked me in and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I caught a sight which made me giggle. Aunt July was weeping at the end of Fast and The Furious 1, and Uncle Harvey was quite worried, passing her the tissues, one after another, 'I should have never insisted on watching this, why are you even crying?'

I had decided not to make a sound, and tip toed back to bed. Did I mention they couldn't have children? I think not. It was a heart breaking thing, they never let out who it was because of, but they both had each other's back like they would love each other through death and they will, I know that.

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