Inside the cottage, Oriya was fixing the covers above her mother when she felt like she saw her fingers twitching. She had waited for this moment for so long that her brain had almost fallen hopeless thus it took its time to comprehend what had happened. Oriya stood there like a statue, her eyes frozen over her mother's hand, waiting for it to do whatever it did before, again. In her sheer focus she lost sight of her mother's eyes that were slowly opening and the first thing they saw was a blurry vision of a girl who…who looked so much like someone she used to love dearly, her husband.
"Who are you?" She wanted to ask but her throat was too parched to speak. The words were making up in her head but she was unable to deliver them from her mouth. She couldn't remember anything except a familiar face, a face that kept coming to her dreams all this time, begging her to get up.
Her husband's face…
