Hi, I'm Nicky. Well, I have lots of names, but there already is a girl with my name in this story so I'm Nicky. How old am I? 8 years younger than that sweet girl everybody loves. I used to call her my sister. But she's not. Not like that. I'm an orphan and she has a mother. Had. This girl called dead. But not for me. She also has a father, but he wasn't with them. He left long ago. He didn't know he has a daughter. I know their story, I can see in mother's mind. Not that I'm doing it all the time but… I just know her story and I'm always there when she needs me. Mother… She's my only mother for some time now. And I never called my mother "mother". She died before I could do it. My father died too… With my mom. Father… I have a father, like mother. I wish they were together… Sometimes I think they were. Before me. With my sister. I hope so… Well, I started to tell you about me. What else can I say? I want my parents to be together. I'm tired of her lovers and his pain. He would never show it, not to me, not to her. But they can't hide from me. I can feel his pain. Sometimes it seems he can't see her anymore. Well… I guess it's something for another time. As for now… Let's begin this story.