Rustle...
The wind rustled through the leaves, while sunlight scattered golden fragments upon the ground.
A soft voice called out, "Charlotte, dear Charlotte, wake up, it's time to go home."
As her vision gradually cleared, Margaret saw the serene and gentle face of a woman. She appeared to be in her twenties, sitting beneath the lush canopy of trees, dressed in a simple cotton dress with reddish hair tied up in a bun.
Her body moved involuntarily, clumsily rising from the grass and clutching the woman's skirt.
"Mommy..."
Margaret heard the tender voice of this young body, struggling to articulate, "Is mommy done with work?"
"Yes, we're all finished," the woman replied.
Carrying a basket filled with beans, she held the hand of young Charlotte and slowly walked along the winding forest path. In the gentle breeze, they chatted occasionally, their conversation simple and peaceful.
