Old excerpt from 2012, detailing a bit of her backstory:

When she was young, Sylvia lived along with her father and older sister with a small tribe of mountainous farming families. The mountain was very secluded from city boundaries as well as rocky, but it had amazingly fertile soil. People called it a miracle, but a lot of innocent people died on that mountain, Sylvia’s mother included.

The constant amount of ice is a dangerous hazard on their trails, and Sylvia’s mother made a fatal mistake of slipping. It was the first and last time. When her body had been retrieved, Sylvia was presented with her mother’s favorite earrings. After that day, she never took them off.

One day while taking an ordinary stroll with her sister, Sylvia herself tripped, falling face-first down the tall side of the mountain. She hit many ledges on her way down, bruising and cutting her body. In her shock, she never had a chance to try to protect herself. Her left arm caught itself numerous times on ledges and sharp surfaces. It broke, and before she could blink, she had landed, breaking the upper part of her left arm practically in half.

When she’d been days hours later, freezing and losing blood, there’d been no hope to save her arm. By that time she’d already lost all feeling in it, and it’d turned a shade of sickening purple-gray. She lost her dominant arm, and her legs had also been damaged. She didn’t walk as well as she used to and she could no longer run without feeling pain.

She still swears to this day that the only reason she’s alive is because she’d wore her mother’s ear rings, and that her mother had been with her.

Since she no longer had two good, working, arms, her father sent her away to live a safer life with her Aunt and Uncle. These days she enjoys keeping after her Aunt’s home and flower shop. She makes vases and paints them for a job, she also babysits once in a while.