Erica looked down trying to think of a happy memory, but it was difficult to find one. Her family had treated her badly, had no friends, and worked all her life. Maybe that's why she preferred being alone all the time, but Waya was her only and first real friend. She wrote to express her life through writing and several characters. She thought long and hard and every good.memory she had was her being alone and it wasn't enough to turn her back.