Lost

Prologue

 Belle's POV

"Bye Mommy." I grin up at my mother with the sweetest smile like I always do, while my father picks me up in his great big arms that are just utterly perfect for hugging and squeezes me tight, just like he alway does right before he goes to work.

"Hahah...Daddy!" I squeal when he spins me around, making my white lace dress poof up.

"We'll be back soon, okay?" my mother kneels down to match my height, so she can hug me goodbye, and I hug her goodbye, like I always do. 

"Bye." I wave goodbye as both parents are about to leave through the opened white oak door when my dad glances back at my grandmother one last time before he leaves to remind her about the same thing-my lunch.

"Yes, I know. Her lunch is on the table and I give her no food until 12, otherwise she won't eat all her lunch and no candy. Honey, I may be an old lady but I am not frogetful. Now, Belle have you seen my glasses?" Right on cue.

"Yes, grandma. They're on the table." I giggle as my finger points towards the side table right next to the couch where pink glasses with clear transparent lens lay. 

"Oh thank you darling. Now both of you, shoo." My grandmother pushes my parents out her door, like she always does and shuts the door behind them. 

I quickly run to the bay window just steps away from me and peer though the curtain just as their car leaves the driveway, just like I always do. I skip my way towards my grandmother who is comfortably sitting on the old, ivory floral couch on the opposite side of the room, that matches the cream colored furniture in the parlor, while reading a big fat book that I could hardly care less about, but I do anyway because that's what I always do. My feet glide along the wooden floor and I make my way towards my granny. Feeling my presence, she scoots over to make room for me and I gladly sit down beside her. I squint my eyes as I try to understand the big jumbling words that are sprawled onto the pages of the book she is reading, but it's no use. I can only like reading the Cat in the Hat because I am only 6 years old. 

"Grandma what are you reading?" I ask her curiously as she peers down on me through her pink glasses. Now this is unuasual. She puts the book and her glasses away on the side table and gestures towards her lap. How peculiar? I nod as I inch towards her slowly and land my bottom on her lap just as was intended. 

"I want to ask you something, dear. Now, do you ever get bored in my house?" She looks at me sternly, but with soft eyes-a look I do not understand, so I am not sure what to say.

"What do you mean grandma?" I look up at her with a puzzled look as my head whirls around in chaos, thinking that something is amiss and therefore...something is not right.

"Well, your parents have dropped you here at my little house ever since summer started and everything is the same everyday. Don't you ever get tired of it?" She clarifies so I can understand, and it works because I do. But I don't know what to say. As a 5 year old, I don't do much thinking.

"Why would I get tired of it? I like my life just the way it is and I love you grandma. I could never get tired of you." I answer back with an adorable smile, very pleased with my answer, until I see my grandma's disspaointed look.

"But dear, life never stays the same." She whispers softly with a far away look in her eye.

"Why not?" 

She never did answer my question.