This morning felt different, not in a bad way, but it's probably because it's our first day on the surface. When we escaped Octo Valley yesterday, it was evening, so we didn't have much time to actually start the construction, so we took the rest of the day off yesterday.
Coral and I finally had the courage to tell the full story about our pasts, as a way to vent it all out so we can start, let's say "fresh". As for my past, I have already written my previous entries when I was younger, but now I can truly say it all. So I was very upset at my parents for leaving me and Ocean behind, even when they were trying to protect us. Living with uncle Anemone wasn't much better, I mean he was nice to us, but we weren't given much attention. I could now see why: he was busy gathering an army of survivors. You see there's a thing about Octolings that not many would understand, it's that Octolings treasure their parents very much, to the point of wanting to feel that parental love again (from both the father and the mother) if their parents leave them or get taken away. I knew I had this feeling when I constantly wanted uncle Anemone's attention, I already had Ocean's attention.
This brings me to what Coral had told me yesterday, just like how I viewed Ocean as sort of a mother (even though she's my sister) at the time. Coral viewed Clam a little bit like a father (as said in my previous entries, they are really brothers) in the past, he was lacking a trusted female to get the motherly love he was looking for. Good thing I'm the one he chose, as I have quite a lot of love that I want to give.
Looks like Coral is waking up now, I'll write later, but for now we need to know what uncle Anemone has planned now that we are out of Octo Valley.