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Frida knew their faces.
They did not know hers.
Frida knew their names.
They did not know hers.
Frida only now knew that they were her siblings.
They did not know they were hers.
Frida knew they were sort of technically her family.
They didn’t know they were hers.
Frida knew that Lu Jitsu was her father.
He didn’t know that he was hers.
They never would know, though.
They used to be her enemy.
Now she was trapped here.
Now she wished that they knew about her more than ever before.
Now, she was trapped in a room after getting her blood tested.
Now, she had been handed over by her mother, who pretended that she had no idea who she was, and that she was just a specimen.
She would never get rescued because she had no one to rescue her.
She had never wanted her family more than now.
But they didn’t even know she existed.
