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TWELVE YEARS AGO
The smell of freshly bloomed roses filled the girl's nostrils as the wind blew into her room from outside one evening. Victoria Kinderlund lifted her eyes from the piece of parchment she had on her desk beneath her hand and the quill in the other.
"Mommy, you're home!" She shouted as she dropped the quill onto the desk. The girl ran through her home and down the stairs as she listened to the sound of the doors opening and closing.
Victoria rounded the corner and slid to a stop. She looked up at her mother, who wore a beautiful blue-grey gown, with her dark brown hair pinned up.
She smiled as her mother sent her a wink, unable to contain her own smile.
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Victoria ran forward and threw herself into her mother's arms as she held her arms open wide. Her mother knelt down and scooped her daughter up, pressing kisses to her cheeks and to her forehead.
"Look at you, have you been writing letters again?" Her mother asked, wiping the ink away from her chin. Victoria nodded.
Her mother set her back onto her feet as Victoria's father entered the room. The man, pleased to be reunited with his wife, walked forward and pulled her into an embrace before kissing her sweetly.
"Our daughter has excellent handwriting." He said. "Oh, Adeline, how I've missed you, my love."
The woman smiled as she peered down at Victoria. "You've done a fantastic job raising her while I was gone, Augustus. And I swear that she looks more like you whenever I see her."
Augustus knelt down before Victoria and took his daughter's hands in his. "Why don't you go retrieve your letter? I know very well your mother would like to read it."
"Oh, yes!" Adeline said. "I want to see it!"
Victoria nodded before running through their home and back up the stairs. She hurried into her bedroom and ran towards her desk, before grabbing the piece of parchment.
