She wore a red ballet dress. Stephanie remembered it still tugged on her armpits. Her surroundings changed and she was at the orphanage.

In a dark room, she sneaked in toys and a taco piece for the little girl, lying on the bed. She always played with her so the girl wouldn’t be bored.

She sang the songs that the teachers taught and stopped when the girl never responded. She crawled towards her.

“Are you okay?” With her tiny voice, Stephanie knew she was dreaming again of her past, but this one was a new one. Like a new memory.

The girl’s eyes shone blue and she enveloped her in...