The pain is to much to bare. I have lost so much. First my parents, then my older brother, اگلے my little sister, then my lover, and fianlly the child that I would have دیا the world for. When my parents died my brother was 18, I was 13, and my sister was 6. My brother was left to protect and care for my sister and I. When he died I was 16. I had to care for my 9 سال old sister. We traveled دن after day. I discovered that my family had died from a soul that had taken their bodies to use as its own. I did not share this information with my sister. I did not want to give her another burdon to bare. We walked for days with little rest. We scavanged as much food as we could. My sister soon became weak. I kept her going for as long as I could, giving her مزید food, مزید water, keeping her warm and dry. But as time went on I knew it was to late. She died only mouths after my brother but I had turned 17. So now I was alone. I continued to travel and after a few مزید monthd I meet another human. He traveled with me for days, weeks before the officaly became partners. We trust each other and we fell in love. We were together for years. I was 20 when I became pregnant. We had a beautiful baby boy. But when our son had turned 3 months old, the man I had been with for years, who had been there to protect me and now this child, was taken just like the rest of my family. His body captured for the use of the souls. Now I was a single mother in the middle of winter in the wilderness. I did all I could to keep my son alive. But it final became clear to me that he wouldn't make it. I did everything to help him but when he was just 2 years old he died. I was utterly heartbroken. Everyone I had ever loved died یا was taken from me. This is why I suffer.