We continued our daily routines and I went to bed fairly early tonight. I was more tired than usual and fell asleep fairly easily. When I woke up this morning my pillow was soaked. Not because I was drooling. My eyes were red and puffy. The first thought was my parents but I haven't dreamed about them in a long time. Then I thought maybe I was dreaming about yesterday. I can't actually remember why I was crying. As I sat up on my bed I realized I was still crying. I couldn't stop my tears. So I walked over to my bathroom and washed my face. I figured if I continue with any daily routine maybe they'll stop. I headed over to the dining room and everyone was there waiting for me. The little girl ran up to me and threw herself at me. So I swooped her up and embraced her in a hug. Then she looked at me and asked if I could be her big sister. My heart felt so warm and I just hugged her tighter. I've always wanted a little sister. I nodded my head yes and she stayed to struggle to the ground. When I put her down she placed her tiny fingers in my hand and started to pull me towards the table. With an excited squealing she shouted she said yes she said yes. Then both Hope and Uri looked over to me and smiled. She sat right next to me on the table and the food was given to us. We ate like a family and everything was running so smoothly. Today was a bit different though because instead of them disappearing to work. We all gathered in the living room to watch the news together. Ms. b was on the news. They finally caught her and had her in custody. They even managed to take down most of the people that she worked with. Even the head of the department was arrested. A feeling of relief washed over all of us. More tears came rolling down my eyes. That's when the little girl came over and said please don't cry. She wrapped her arms around me and flopped into my lap. Then asked me why I was crying. Hope looked over to us and said that's a bad lady and she hurt your big sister. Now the policeman got her and sister will finally be safe. My little sister which I forgot to tell you. Her name is Liyah. Liyah looked at me and smiled. Then said can we go play now?! Please, please, please play with me?! Pretty pretty please?! We both got up but then my teacher showed up. Well actually now it's both of our teachers. We went straight to work with our studies. Then we had our fighting lessons, music lessons, and language classes. Right now we are learning Spanish. According to our teacher it's the second most used language. Once we are fluent in spanish we are going to learn chinese then japanese. She said by the time she's done with us we will be fluent in every known language used. I guess I'll even learn caveman grunts. I mean technically it was a language. The day went by fairly quickly for classes then I headed down to go do my jobs. Once I finished with the feedings and everything. I was informed to head down to the basement. When I got there I was suited up and ushered into a room filled with a bunch of herbs. Today they said we were going to work on grinding and mixing. To experiment with different smells and ointments. So that we can make more for the injured animals upstairs. I'm not really sure how long we have been grinding these herbs down but boy are my arms tired. Then we got to the liquid part. That's where Hope came in and did the adding as I continued to mix. Then we placed them in a mini fridge and they said we were done for the day. We went back to the main floor and did our evening routines. Liyah was sitting down waiting patiently until I was done. I sat at the end of her bed and read her a story. She was fast asleep by the time I made it to the middle. I tucked her in, turned off her light and passed out on my bed. This became a constant daily routine for me. Only as time went by I slowly started to remember my dreams. It was pretty much the same dream over and over for the most part. In my dreams my real parents are looking at me from afar. They are saying something to me but I can't make it out. The more I have these dreams the more I can remember and make out the words. I just don't have a clue what they are saying because I've never heard words like these. It's like gibberish to me. So I've been researching different languages. I even asked my tutor amor a single word that I did understand. She looked just as puzzled as I was feeling. I'm all my dreams with my parents they are always speaking in that language do understanding them is very difficult. I keep trying to untangle my dreams but it seems the harder I push the more difficult it becomes. My most hated dream is more like a memory. It's about when they were kidnapped. The man in the cloak is saying gibberish as well. It's almost like it's their own personal language. These dreams are similar but at the same time so different. Like last night, I dreamt of the last night I was with my family. How they pushed me and said a few weird words. Then my dresser moved all by itself. They looked at me and told me not to make a single sound. I can hear the man in the cloak speaking clearly. Then he just vanishes and I can see the markings on the wall. Then finally when the very pretty lady looked at me. It was as if she was glowing. She found me and took me to the kitchen. The sound of her voice seemed to be of an angel. Soothing, calming and inviting all the same. I was mesmerized by the way she looked and sounded. So much I barely heard the words she was saying as I clung to the sound and not the actual words. I know she was trying to tell me something. I was just so distracted by her presence that I could not focus. She grabbed my face, shook her head and peered into my eyes. It was a very long moment. Then I heard words in my head but neither of us were talking. Next thing I knew I was wide awake. Everything gets more clear as time goes by. Other dreams though. I get up in my family home and I'm looking for my parents. The hallways seem to stretch and grow the further in I go. No matter how fast I run or how long I walk I can't reach the end to their room. Sometimes it plays out like a black and white movie. Once it was like a fairytale but with a horrible ending. In the dream the man caught me, another man came to my rescue. Only not before I was placed in a sleeping curse. This sleeping curse though it's hard to explain. I was sleeping yes but there were flames and demons around me. The more I moved around the hotter it became and the more scared I felt. All these dreams are based around my parents. I miss them like crazy but I haven't been giving it my best to find them lately. I've gotten so comfortable with this place I've completely slacked off. I've been actually very busy and it's very tiring. So maybe I'm not actually slacking off. I'm just overly worked. My heart and mind must be working together to get me back on track. Well it's time to get up for the day and get ready for it as well. First I'll wash up, take a shower then head down for breakfast.