The young girl Amberlene was smiling. She was holding her parents hands. Her mom on her left and her father on the right. She was looking at her happily. Her parents hold her hands so tight that she wanted them to sway her back and forth and jump and jump.
The sleeping Amberlene continued to smile. Reminiscing her joyful days with her mother and father. And of course, when she was about five to six years old. Back then, she can play freely. She can run without thinking of anyone bullying her because of her moon shaped scars. She was always with her parents.
In her dreams, she even mingled with her only nanny, Dolor. She was with her at all times. Taking care of her was her top priority. She cradled her in her arms. Just like her mother and father, she always sang a song before she slept
