Chapter 1 – Memories

I can’t remember my family. My mother, father, even sisters or brothers are all a fantasy to me… if I ever had them.

Sometimes when I lay in bed while everyone is fast asleep, and I, myself am drifting away, a strange blurry picture forms in my mind. It is filled with a golden, warm light that shines in your face but doesn’t hurt your eyes. And a joyful laughter were I would feel a happiness swell inside me like a big balloon.

Every once in a while I would have this strange feeling of security, that I could not explain. I would hear a soft, beautiful singing that poured over me like molten sunshine, and I would feel warm and cozy as if someone’s arms were wrapped around me.
Then I would smell the sweet fragrances of roses tickle my nose and a soft, warm hand gently caresses my face.

But then the most wonderful thing would happen, I would always hear a whispery voice say “I love you….I love you… I love….you….” And I would drift to sleep.