Braelyn's POV
DON'T BELIEVE EVERYTHING THEY TOLD YOU ABOUT THE FIRE
Those words were anonymous. I stared at them for a moment, my mind filled with memories so deep that I had forgotten them. Ones I didn't want to remember.
"There was a fire, it brought you to us too early but took her away too soon. That fire also destroyed almost everything I had of her..." That was how Dad told me about how she died. It was what I knew
On that perfect spring afternoon at the cemetery, with leaves drifting with the wind and the warm breeze caught up in our hair.
I don't remember if I cried that day after learning the truth. The memory was distant, and the rest was a jumbled mess. When I got older I understood better.
There was an accident that happened the day I was born. The fire started without warning, consuming my parents' home and most of the things that could be remembered by her.
