Making Past Perfect
Peanut growled protectively, glaring at the cockatoo.
“Princess?” Alice repeated, eyeing the bird.
“Ugh! She’s totally pretending to have amnesia,” Princess flapped her wings and flew to the table.
“Come on, don’t fight. I’m famished,” Alice said, motioning her over.
“Fine,” Princess huffed, hopping to the back of Alice’s chair.
Alice reached out to gently pat her feathers. The moment she touched her, a vision flooded her mind.
She saw herself as a toddler, barely three years old, playing in a sun-drenched garden. A young cockatoo, Princess, danced around her, mimicking her squeals. On a nearby bench, a man and woman watched lovingly.
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