I've never known what it felt like to be loved by my mother its not like i was abused or anything... Its just she died when i was six, died during childbirth, fortunately my little brother survived but my mother didn't, I myself can vaguely recall my Mother's warm hands cupping my own tiny baby hands, i can vaguely recall her tender voice and no more, all i know of her were old pictures, mirrors to the past... A past unlike this present, a past where we weren't controlled by a Tyrant. By a Dictator. A past before the War that has torn the Fatherland to pieces. But in the midst of War there is one thing i crave more then anything... The soft touch of my mother once again