“You know my family moved here when I was three. My father used to be a merchant in Danion but when he died my mother just took me and ran to her family in the capital of Elwaira.” Noah babbled out. He hooked his arm around Amir’s shoulder and pushed him to walk forward.
There was so much he had mentioned about his family so far. If Amir wanted to be honest, he’d say that he wished to do the same. But no part of his childhood was full of happy memories like Noah’s, there was nothing he could talk about without remembering what he had lost. “I have a sister who dreamt of living in Elwaira.” He said.
“What happened then?”