#Chapter 121 The Past

I wasn’t awake. I knew that much. There was a floating feeling around me like I was just drifting around in space. I opened my eyes and rather than darkness, the world seemed painted in watercolors.

I had to be dreaming.

“Aren’t you precious?”

I frowned listening to the woman’s voice. I turned around and saw Candida kneeling in the grass. A small child offered her a flower and a bright smile.

The child had Candido’s hair and Candida’s eyes. He smiled innocently up at her. Candida lifted him into her arms.

“Could you put it in my hair? I think it would be safest there.”

The child nodded and leaned up, placing the flower in the bun her thick dark hair had been put in.

I smiled watching them. Candido couldn’t have been more than two or three years old.

A sound filled the air. Candida turned with a little smile.

“What’s wrong, mommy?” Candido asked. His voice was so soft and sleepy. He sounded so young and innocent.

“Well, it seems that our forest time has been cut short. That’s all.” She