I feel a woman tugging on my hand “Let us hurry, my curly bunny. We need to get to the beach on time” there is happiness laced in her voice.
She stands so tall next to me while I crane my neck and look up at her. I walk in step behind her clutching her hand like it is my lifeline “Why are we going to the beach today?” I look up at her and ask.
The woman looks down at me with a tender smile on her lips ‘Who is this woman and why is she holding my hand?’. She has beautiful brunette hair that reached up to her hips, the color of her hair brings out the hazel color of her eyes that are shimmering as the rays of the sun reflect through them as she crouched down in front of me caressing my hair “You told Father that we were going to the park and then to lunch. I heard you” I said to the woman.
