Do you want to hear a story? A secret, perhaps. I want you to keep my story a secret. It would be really embarrassing if you told this to someone. I know that I will die of shame for sure.

This story I'm about to tell you all is a cute and fluffy story that has to do with teenage struggles and love. But it also has some magical realism effects in a couple of parts. So, grab a comfy chair or something soft and let's begin our story, shall we?

Most stories start on Earth. But mines doesn't. Up in the dreamy skies, I was raised by the cotton candy cloud king. I too was a cotton candy cloud baby, myself. The cotton candy king sadly died when I was only three but getting to stay with him for only the first three years was truly a wonderful experience.

From then on, life continued as usual, until one fine Winter day, two years later, when I was five, like all cotton candy clouds do when they turn five, I had to migrate far from home to find a new home to stay in. Eventually, I did in less than two days.

A mother I'd say already taken the two storey house. Or no mother. Just a sweet woman who would someday raise me as a child. In fact, I never ever had a mother in Dreamland. This was my only chance. To abandon my home and find the perfect mother or sweep back to Dreamland and never ever have a mother. What do you think, my dear friend?