Erika's Point of View
"Nefret! Come here, this instant!" I call out for the toddler running away from me. I couldn't follow her because my stomach still hurts. I see the toddler run faster; a red rose hangs down her tiny hand. She looks back at me and giggles and that's when my breath gets knocked out of me.
Who is she?
I don't know but she looks so familiar. Her blue vibrant eyes glimmer with mischief and her midnight black hair is tied in a ponytail just above her head and her hair springs out of the hairband like a fountain. A sly grin is plastered on her face with her front teeth missing.
"Mommy!" She squeals and then breaks off into a run.
What? Did she call me that?
"She's responding!" I hear someone squeal beside me, pulling me out of the dream that I was having. I feel hot br
