#Chapter 121 The Past

I wasn’t awake. I knew that much. There was a floating feeling around me like I was just drifting around in space. I opened my eyes and rather than darkness, the world seemed painted in watercolors. I had to be dreaming. “Aren’t you precious?” I frowned listening to the woman’s voice. I turned around and saw Candida kneeling in the grass. A small child offered her a flower and a bright smile. The child had Candido’s hair and Candida’s eyes. He smiled innocently up at her. Candida lifted him into her arms. “Could you put it in my hair? I think it would be safest there.” The child nodded and leaned up, placing the flower in the bun her thick dark hair had been put in. I smiled watching them. Candido couldn’t have been more than two or three years old. A sound filled the air. Candida turned with a little smile. “What’s wrong, mommy?” Candido asked. His voice was so soft and sleepy. He sounded so young and innocent. “Well, it seems that our forest time has been