Loreen's father had abandoned them when she was just a baby, and her mother remaried when Loreen was ten. Needless to say, she didn't like her stepfather, to Loreen he was just an annoyance between her and her mother. Yet, she learnt to cope with him, even if he wasn't as flexible with her attitude as her mother was. And then, tragedy struck, Loreen's mother became ill unexpectedly and she died within months. Loreen was only fourteen and an orphan, stuck with a stranger she had to call father.
The times that followed her mother's death were hard and dark. She was not made to cope with norms, and he was not made to bear the responsability of taking care of a teenage girl. They fought over the silliest things, and barely every time they talked it was shouting. He wanted Loreen to be more tame, more feminine. He even asked her to wear a dress, once!
As soon as Loreen was eighteen she ran away. She became an explorer, wandering from town to town, sleeping on benches if there was no cheap rooming available, meeting new people, having new experiences, and generally not caring if anyone though she was too wild, because her and wilderness became one.
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