Summer’s Point of View
“Mommy!” As Stefani ran towards me, a bright beam of happiness shone on her lips. She wrapped her arms around my legs and presented me with a small flower, holding a small piece of paper. “Mom, I miss you! I have a gift for you!” she exclaimed.
“Wow! What is it?” I asked, attempting to ease my nerves under the fierce gaze that was fixated on me. In the depths of my memories, there lived a haunting image - a familiar stalking eye that once preyed upon my very being.
“My teacher requested us to give a flower as a token of appreciation to someone we are thankful for. It serves as a thank you gift.”
“R-really? T-then, thank you.”
My eyes were wide open, and soon enough, Celine followed suit. At first, she didn’t notice Steven, but her smile turned to fear when she s
