Love…
The first time Janica had ever felt that feeling—it was probably through her family.
The way they treated her, the way they protected her, gave her comfort, and always made her feel safe.
The trust, the warmth, the constant little moments of reassurance... all of it shaped what she came to understand as love.
That quiet, dependable kind of love you didn't need to question.
Even as a child, she recognized it for what it was.
She was born into a noble family—nothing too high in status, just enough to live comfortably.
Still, that never mattered much to her.
What mattered was that she was loved.
Truly and deeply.
A privilege not every family could afford, and one she never took for granted.
That was why Janica always felt blessed.
That wonderful feeling she was surrounded by growing up… it stayed with her.
And over time, she found herself wanting to share it.
To spread that same warmth to those around her, even in small ways.
