Kiana
“Andrea. Are you ready?”
The soft feminine voice wrapped around me so soothingly. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the sweet aroma of roses. The whole house smelled of it. It wafted off the woman wherever she walked, marking her way. My father would wink at me whenever my mother tried to hide and surprise us. Even the humans would be able to scent her, he laughed. Sometimes, when she was gone for long periods of time, I’d take her perfume bottle and spray it throughout the house. My father would sigh, wrap me in his arms, and tell me he missed her too.
“I’m readyyy” I called back eagerly and rose from my bed. Everything was perfect. The lavender bedspread didn’t have a single wrinkle, and my collection of teddy bears was lined up near my pillows. Dad would shake his head and say that I
