The place was quiet and peaceful. Just how she liked it. With the sound of the tweeting birds high on the horizon and the flowing stream just around the corner, it was practically a tranquil heaven.
Lila looked at the two people who lay on either side of her. Her parents. They haven't aged a day. Being with them was like reliving a dream.
It was more than a wish she had infinite times. Like the feeling of a virtuoso when he first comes in contact with the chords.
Her heartstrings were free and flowed without any curves. Everything was perfect. Too perfect in fact that she began to feel worried.
She had a certain distant inkling that she was forgetting something. No matter how hard she tries to recall whatever it was she forgot, it always proved impossible.
She sat up and walked out of the little familiar house. The place she was born and raised. The sound of giggling children filled her ears.
