The first time I saw Isabella, I was three years old. I know because my mom has told me so. I don't remember the date, time or even the place, but I do remember those deep brown eyes, the long curls of her hairs and the soft feeling of her hand holding mine as if she was giving me an unspoken promise. At the time, I didn't know the name of the feeling but it scared me.
Thirty years later, it still scares me…
... but in a good way.
