Cyrus She confirms how personal that story ended up being and I realize she’s right. That was shockingly personal, and I had not told anyone that besides Demi herself. Thats...bizarre. I don't think I've ever kept something like that from anyone before. I suppose it was just...embarrassing? Perhaps, I think that was the reason. Although I will admit, I don't get sheepish in this manner very easily. My cheeks do flare up and I chuckle softly "I just figure I'd tell you something so you would feel better. There is nothing wrong with getting a little scared, I promise." "That's pretty cool." I tell her with a smile as she tells me about her birth mother. I didn't realize she was adopted, my heart quickens in my chest. I hope she didn't pass away, but if she did...maybe she and mama are crocheting little animals for children that never had a chance to live themselves. Bile piles up in the back of my throat. As sweet as that thought is, it also makes me nauseous. Death never did bother me, it truly didn't, but still...thinking about what she could have done and never got the chance to sends shivers down my spine. I suppose that is my fault, even if papa doesn't like to admit it. "I had no idea you were descended from something that fascinating." I wonder if she considers ever going back to that tribe. It reminds me of a lot of my family members who wanted to go back to the homeland of our ancestors over in European area, but also slightly shifted over towards other countries, particularly near eastern Europe . I am most certainly not in that category, but there were quite a few. It was fascinating to me how they wished to settle there. I don't know why, but I guess everyone's bloodlines trace them back somewhere, and call them back at some point. "Don't mind me asking but...are you adopted?" I shuffle awkwardly as we walk. I haven't met many adopted kids, but those who I have met are generally wonderful kids, but sometimes I sense sadness from them, which I cannot blame them for. I do recall thinking that my father was going to give me up when I was a small child, because it was hard to care for me by himself. I am glad that did not happen, but I felt horrible pity for children that happened to. "Penny won't brush you off." I promise her with a smile "She is much kinder than that, I promise." I think back to how she and Helen were alike in many ways. Shy, loyal, fragile. But there are things about both of them that are different. Temperament, patience. "And besides...Ill talk to her for as long as it takes to convince her that you are sorry." I bite my lip. I don't know why I offer such a large thing to her. But I do know that it gives me comfort, offering my services to repairing a possible friendship. "A little donut?" I ask with a small smile "Okay. I can find that for sure. It sounds freaking adorable, I can see why you might have an attachment to something like that." Maybe it was a gift from a family member, or a reminder of someone she loved. I can't judge her for what she owns.