A soft wind blew against my face, causing me to squint my eyes as my bangs fluttered against my forehead, subtly filtering my vision as I stared ahead with squinted eyes pulsing with pure, unadulterated joy.
My lips stretched into a sweet smile.
It was a familiar place.
My heart recognized this place. And so it pulsed softly, distributing a warm feeling around my body.
The pleasant and familiar jasmine scent that trickled into my nose, the ever-present warmth that always reminded me that I was loved, the green grasses that I stood on barefoot, the surrounding fields, and the fresh air that soothed my skin.
I recognized them all.
I was..
—'The last one to get back home is a rotten egg~!'
A familiar figure finally came into view, emerging from the mist that curled at the far end of the fields.
My squinted eyes widened.
She was bathed by the golden glow of the sunset.
Margie.
She looked younger. The same age she was the year dad died.
