Ilya didn't have that many memories of when she was a toddler. After all, isolation became her trusted companion.
However, all the times when her mother sang her a lullaby had a special place in Ilya's heart. Her mother's voice that she thought she had forgotten, Ilya missed it so dearly.
There was one moment that she could clearly recall.
She was lying in her crib, the maid taking care of her sleeping in the corner. Ilya had just woken up but she wasn't like the other infants. She didn't cry. She didn't even make any noise. She just lied in her small crib and looked at the flickering jewels of the chandelier.
Being the infant that she was, Ilya had no awareness. Because of that, she didn't notice that the door to her room.
As she laid there quietly, a woman was approaching her crib.
Out of all the people that her young eyes had seen, there was only one person she loved looking at.
