She woke up with a brilliant smile on her face. She could see the bright light coming from the lone window in her room. But she doubted it was the reason for her sudden enthusiasm.
It must have been her dream, remembering only a few bits and pieces of the story that played in her mind. Or it could be something else.
She just had not figured it out yet. Maybe later, it would be more evident as she recalled more information and made sense of the puzzle pieces.
"Hey, Sweetie. How are you feeling today?" Mrs. Sheldon, her mother, walked toward her bed, looking as jolly as she was.
She could only speculate that they might have a different reason for their high spirit. Nevertheless, she was happy to see the middle age woman smiling.
She might not remember her in her memories, but she felt an odd connection with her. She knew she could trust her and felt safe around her.
