Legacies of light

Arc 8.22

Standing up, I start walking around the house, and I notice a few things. Yamal’s room is rather clean for a sloppy fellow, and I can say the same thing about all the other rooms; they are all completely spotless and look just as if they had all been brought in.

In the house are books about proper child education, and healthcare for children, and on a rather tall shelf are a bunch of medical supplies, and a list titled Raqiue’s favourite foods. Then, on a shelf above, that is another journal entitled, My Darling Daughter.

Opening it, I read countless notes from date to date about what Raqiue said or accomplished. This level of obsessive care is rather scary.

Walking through the kitchen, I look around and see how messy the organisation of the foods are, doesn’t Yamal know that keeping your food clean is just as important as keeping your body clean?

I also find a loaf of sliced bread, but all the crusts are cut off, “What are you some kind of baby!?”

Next, I find a sheet of what I believ