Remembering The Past

Karen Daly pushed the rusty gate open, as she walked in with extreme caution. "Karen, you're back!" In a daze, a familiar, gentle and kind voice rang again in Karen Daly's ears. But when Karen Daly stopped in her tracks to look around, there was nothing there, even the voice in her ears were gone. Karen Daly continued making her way in until she came to the main door. She opened the door and a pungent smell arose. Spider-webs were visible in all corners of the house. Karen Daly stood at the door. What she saw in front of her was no longer the house covered in spider-webs, but of a young woman playing with a little girl in her arms. A chubby little girl with a face full of mud like a kitten was there. The woman didn't look at all displeased, and instead she took a towel and gently wiped the little girl's face. "Karen, someone had just mopped the floor. Where did you go that you could bring so much mud back into the house?" "Karen, I'm going to carry you to the mirror for you to look at