January 2, 1885. A girl named Missy Jones walked around.
"Mama! Why do we gotta be here?" The woman just laughed her carefree laugh before her expression darkened.
"I'm sorry, my sweet child. I truly am."
"Mama! What's wrong! You're-you're scaring me!"
"Missy! Missy! Wake up, you're going to be late!"
A girl called Missy Jones jolted out of bed.
"Missy! Wake up!" It was her mum.
"Did you have a bad dream Missy?"
"Yeah, mum. You could call it that."
"What happened?"
"It was so long ago and this woman, she was blonde like me and she - she looked like me! And I called her mama, but why would I call her mama if you're my mum? And - and, she kept saying she was sorry. And I didn't know what was going on!"
Missy was sobbing now, the tears were wet and blurring.
"Mummy?"
Missy's mother held her to her chest, kept her close, didn't let her go.
"I'm sorry, my sweet child. I truly am."