Rozuurufu

“Listen closely my dear. When you’re old enough you’ll be one of us.” The woman laughed as she stroked your hair as you stare up at her, young, maybe two or three, sucking on a sippy cup full of apple juice. You waddled off to go play in the empty room that was full of toys for you, nothing more, and sat down on a large stuffed rabbit as you grabbed a balloon and swung it all around as you stared up at the ceiling. You remember that floor being cold and hard, cement as the woman often called it. The lights were like those in a warehouse, high above you and those long bulbs, the woman complaining often that the lighting