Miranda Marini

Ireland.

The scene played back like a film reel, with sparkling flickers of sunlight obstructing her vision, warming her skin. The grass was even more green than she remembered it, and what were sounds like canned laughter filled her ears, overwhelming her. Jane felt herself swell with tears, and she cried out for mom. Everything was so tall from her height so far down; it was scary. But it wasn't long before loving, protective arms scooped her up and held her close. "Aw, it's okay, dolly." her mother cooed, "Don't cry."