~The Past~ The little girl shivered, pulling the wide blanket closer to her tiny body, wishing she had taken the extra minute to grab more to wear. It was cold, but even still she had wanted to go. Every year, twice a year. She had discovered this secret by accident last year, when she was but four years old, following her mother. The little girl had a nightmare and wanted to find her mother, only to watch her running out the door. She followed her, confused. The little girl knew her mother was different from the others, and that sometimes she’d close her good eye and start giggling, and the little girl loved it when she did. She’d giggle with her mother, hug her close and dance with her. The little girl heard a noise behind her and turned, startled, but was elated to see no one was there

