ISABELLE

The dream came like a thief in the night, sneaking into my subconscious and pulling me back to a time that had once held so much memories but now it didn't.

It was my 12th birthday again, I was sitting between my parents in a dark movie theater, watching my favourite movie which was about flying unicorns.

Mom’s hand was on my knee, her nails painted a soft purple, and Dad was laughing at something on the screen,

Might not have been funny to him, but he laughed because I was laughing.

The popcorn smelled buttery, and I dipped my hands into it, eating it like, while laughing

I...