It all started when i was two. I was brought to this pretty house with flowers all over their garden. It was a beautiful sight to my small eyes. I looked up and i saw my mummy hugging another female stranger. The stranger looked at me with adoring eyes, planted a kiss on my cheek and brought me in. Mummy followed behind nudging me to ensure me that everything is fine. The stranger then brought out a little boy, a boy slightly taller then me. He had a pretty face.  He look at me inamused and walked away. Nichkhun. they said, was his name.