Cinda stood in the kitchen trying to recall anything at all. Her life as a child was lonely. That was what she mostly recalled, just her and her mother, and Carl. Moved around a lot, though she didn’t really recall moving around until she was about 12, up until then they lived somewhere, couldn’t quite put her finger on it though.
She recalled never attending school, that every day she would have to sit with her mother to learn Math and English, and had some sort of home schooling program always. Didn’t really recall leaving the place at all, lots of grass and a swing set for her to play on.
Used to sit outside and swing by herself wishing there were other kids around to play with, but they were so far away from everything that there was never anyone to play with. Carl would come and go
