Prelude
July 14, 1995
"Happy birthday, Zarabelle," Mom said, kissing my forehead.
"How's the birthday girl?" Daddy asked, bringing the camera up to his face and snapping a picture.
"Fine Daddy, can we go to the zoo today?" my five year old voice squeaked while Mom brushed my hair into my favorite doo...doggy ears.
"Oh... I suppose we can do that" Daddy replied, dragging the "o" out as if he were unsure.
It's my birthday. I finally have achieved the age of five. My blonde hair is finally starting to darken, and my blue eyes are starting to settle into the wonderful grass green like my mother and father's.
Things are simple for me, the female human. Simple and fun, just like things should be, yet little am I aware that things are going to go from simple and fun to hard and life-threatening.
I was soon to find out.
After this wonderful and splendid day at the zoo full of cotton candy and silly monkeys, I would never see my parents again. I would begin to question and lose everything that I held near and that I loved.