"How are you feeling today, Bella?" My mother approached me touching me gently on the shoulders. "I brought Mr. Snuggles for you. Do you remember it?"
I looked at what was in her hands and deep down, there was a faint memory of me holding the object that was with her, but I just couldn't focus my mind on when and where.
"Thank you, mother," I said, smiling before turning to focus on the book I was reading.
"What are you reading, Bella?" My mother asked with a curious look on her face.
"It's a novel about adventures in the olden times," I replied, my fingers tracing the intricate cover of the book.
"Always the dreamer," she said fondly, ruffling my hair as she passed by to check on something in the kitchen.
Just then, the door creaked open, and my father, Matthew, stepped inside. He l
