"Uhh mumma, mumma wake up, mumma Preeta mumma, mumma wake up, mumma wake up."
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(Pics are blurry because Preeta's memories are also blurry)
She stirred in unconsciousness and woke up with a jolt and looked around registering her surroundings, she was in an unfamiliar house, a simple bedroom lying on a double bed on which an ethnic designed bedsheet was spread. Over her petite body, laid a soft brown blanket that gave her enough warmth. The bed had many cushions of all sizes. On each side of the bed, there was a wooden bedside table over which a lamp was placed on each of them. On some distance from the bed, was a wooden cupboard, beside it was a dressing table with a mirror.
The remaining walls had painting frames tucked over it, below them was a beautiful glass window. She searched for the sweet little girl whose voice woke her up and that called her mother, but to her dismay, there was no one in that room besides her. She held her head, her vision blurred, many blurry visions ran in her mind.
"Where is my daughter? Pihuuuu!"
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"Mumma!"
Then she heard a loud crash in her mind and felt a sharp pain in her head, the whole world spun around her and she fell back on the bed holding her head. The visions kept going on and on.
