Bella arrived in town and headed straight to the coffee shop. She was eager for her usual order, and desperately needed a few band aids and some disinfectant. A headache was beginning to form, pounding on her head from the recent trip down memory lane.

"Caffeine," she sighed as she opened the coffee shop door. The bell jingled and she reminded herself that the band aids would have to come before her daily dose of caffeine.

"May I help you?" a teenager behind the counter asked with a concerned glance at Bella's leg. Blood had oozed down her leg and onto her shoes, making the wound appear worse than it probably was.

"Uhm, yeah. Do you have any bandages? I tripped on the curb and, well…" she sighed and shook her head. Bella internally scolded herself. Not only had she just lied to a perfect stranger, but she was ruining a lovely morning. Still, the weightless feeling had felt nice on the way into town.

"Of course! I'll be right back," the teenager swiftly walked into the back room. Bella sat down at the nearest coffee table and waited for the worker to return. An uneasy feeling slowly sank into her gut as memories flooded back. Right where the memory left off on the path road, Bella zoned out and continued her daze down memory lane.

As she opened the door, she noticed her son had fallen asleep on the floor again. Rolling her eyes and smiling lovingly at the sleeping child on the floor, she glided to his bed and pulled the covers up neatly. After making his bed, she knelt beside her son and woke him up gently. His eyes opened lazily at first, then blinked a few times before he sat upright. His brown hair was messed up perfectly just like his father's.

"Come on, baby. Time to get ready, we're going into town early," she chuckled at his obvious confusion. He glanced around the room for a moment, before mumbling a quick, "Okay, momma."

"Ma'am? Ma'am!" Bella's head shot up like lightning as she was pulled back into reality. The worker handed her a few band aids and a traveler's bottle of spray disinfectant. After she had patched herself up, Bella ordered her usual and sat down at a booth in the corner of the shop. Almost as soon as she had taken her first sip and set the mug down, the story slammed into her focus with such force she couldn't stop it.

She then walked over to the room across the hall. The wooden door held pictures of princesses, a castle, fairies, and a colored in Dora the Explorer drawing. She quietly turned the handle and walked into her daughter's room. The girl wrapped in the princess-and-sparkles blanket was sleeping peacefully while clutching a stuffed animal puppy to her chest. Her brown hair covered the pillow in chocolate waves, and her voice would fill the room with nonchalant words every now and then. Yes, she mumbled in her sleep just like her mother.

After the whole family had gotten ready and eaten their morning breakfast, she quickly grabbed her bag and walked towards the door. Her smile faltered for only a moment and she saw the mist of the rain ending. She loved the sun, and how it always made her feel energetic. She didn't hate the rain, but she hated how humid it got. The sticky feeling on her skin wasn't something she was very fond of.

With her husband's hand in her left, and her daughter's hand in her right, she walked down the street in a giddy mood. Nothing was going to ruin her Saturday. Nothing. Her son had run ahead of the family, chasing the squirrels in the tall grass on the side of the road. Her daughter bounced cheerfully at her side, glancing at the flowers. However, both girls knew that the prettiest flowers grew in the field just after the highway.