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park sora – july 28th, 1988 - panual - single - kindergarten teacher
She's what some would call a kind spirit. She does for others as others have done for her because...well, she comes from a somewhat 'glamorous' life. Except one thing.
Born an orphan. It's not a bad thing to her, of course, but retelling her story is what has always been the hardest. Her mother was 16 when she gave birth, almost immediately signing Sora over into the best orphanage possible. Even if she couldn't give her daughter the things she needed in life, she wanted to at least know her daughter was going somewhere safe and would end up in a good home. That all came when she was barely 4. A couple, the husband a, very rich stock broker, and a wife a real estate agent, adopted Sora and her 'twin' – a boy who had the same birthday as her. They never changed her birthname, however, as they thought it was one of the most beautiful names and frequently would address her as Rara. Sora and her brother were close; if you saw Sora, you saw JiSoo and if you saw JiSoo, you saw Sora. They had already known eachother pretty much half of their lives, so when they both hit middle school, they knew that even if things might have changed, they'd still love eachother. Nearing 13, her parents would never stop arguing. Never stop shouting and calling eachother names, threatening divorce, threatening to split Sora and JiSoo up. After another year of the same old thing every day, their parents started the nastiest divorce to ever rock the twins' world.
The last day of JiSoo and her mother's life still replays in her head like a broken record. It plays forever, never letting her rest.
They were on their way to her aunt's house for a small get together, all of their closest relatives and such. JiSoo was playing a game on his phone, Sora day dreaming out the window. She jumped when she heard her mother start yelling on the phone, screaming at her father. JiSoo slowly turned to his sister, watching the tears roll down her pink cheeks. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he wrapped her in his arms and her hair, shushing her softly and listening to her soft sniffles in his ear. There was a white flash, screams, and she can't remember half of anything that went on in that time span. But when she woke up, she was hanging upside down, shattered glass above her head. "JiSoo!" She looked over at her brother, his eyes closed and blood leaking from his head. She could hear a siren off in the distance, her eyes welling with more tears. She could only cry out his name a few more times, before realizing that he wasn't waking up. Looking around, she couldn't find her mother anywhere. She didn't see the once grey, blonde, and brown hair curled into the perfect ringlets. When she was awake again, she was dressed in a white hospital gown. Her father was sitting in the chair next to her, his hands holding his head and he seemed to be crying. Why was he crying? Was her mother okay? Better yet, was JiSoo okay? The moment she asked where they were, her dads sullen expression said it all. Her body convulsed, a rocket of tears slithering through her. Shaking with anger, with sadness, with anything but happiness, she ripped the IV out her arm, and ran until she came upon the front desk. The nurse urged her to go back and get the IV back into her arm, but Sora refused. A few days later, she got to see their bodies. Her mothers hair, no longer the beautiful assortment of colors, but it looked pale. Her brother, the brown hair that was usually moved into a faux hawk on his head pushed back. Closed eyes and pale blue lips, pale skin, no color. She couldn't help but lose all of it in her father's arms. They were gone. The two people who she loved, were gone.
Help was indeed avaliable, so Sora took it. She knew that both would want her to not dwell on the issue, so she got help. She became Sora again. Her father is still alive, he still checks in on his daughter every once and a while, just to make sure she's doing fine. Her life has never been perfect, and she won't suger coat it just to get sympathy. Sora has a personality that will come every once in a while; she has a motherly tendency and a happy personality. She loves very mutually, even in difficult situations. She knows things that come just as easily can go just as quickly, so she takes everything slowly. Because to Sora, life is one thing you should never joke with. Life is a token, one you must spend wisely.
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