Alexa's Point Of View

"So tell me. You must know where you're from, right?" I asked Cyan.

He shook his head. "I don't know everything about where I'm from."

"Even your mother?"

He smiled. "I remember my mother. I've never seen her face but I remember how she smelt. While I was still in my shell, she would warm me up at night and keep me cool in the morning. She would sing me lullabies to put me to sleep too."

"She sounds like the best mother. Wasn't she with you when you hatched?"

"No. I was on my own. I had to live the first two weeks alone. I...