A couple of years ago, Elyana never thought she would be shopping with her daughter and her daughter’s father one day. Well, how would she refer to Kristoff rather than Kelly’s father?
Without a memory of her past, the least of all possibilities that ever occurred to her was that she already had her own family. But here she was, walking around the Department Store with Kelly and Kristoff, looking for a matching attire to wear for their little family photoshoot later.
“What’s your favorite color?” Kristoff asked Kelly whom he was carrying on his shoulders.
“I love pink, daddy. Because I’m a girl!”
“But there’s no pink in the choices,” he said as they were checking the t-shirts with a cartoon print in the front. “What about blue?”
“But I’m not a boy,” Kelly answered, disappointed tha
