" Jenny darling, how's the cake?" A sweet voice questioned bemusedly. She recognised that voice, her mother's voice! She quickly examined her surroundings to find the owner of the voice, her mother. Was the rebel army trying to make her relieve her memories again? Jenny felt irritation flare up as she thought of that possibility.
Jenny was quickly able to perceive the tall figure of her mother, leaning against a kitchen counter comfortably as she gazed fondly at a small black-haired child sitting on a kitchen stool, that was way too big for her. swaying her small feet. A hazel haired man was sitting snugly beside her with his arm around her waist to ensure the small child does not fall. Even with his back towards her, Jenny could tell that that man was her father. Jenny tried answering, b
