“Lilac! Brekkie is ready, my little flower!” Lila suddenly woke up, after she drifted off into what she seemed felt like a deep slumber. She heard her name being called from downstairs. She didn’t see her sisters in the room with her, nor did she see her sisters bed in the room either. All she saw in their place where her twin sister's beds should be were just two baby cribs — as well as a few baby toys and a baby floor mat, by where the cribs were. Her bed was different from the bed she normally slept on, the bed that she was laying on looked somewhat new, the mattress was soft and firm, comfy that it almost felt too good to hop out of; the sheets were decorated colourfully and the sheets and quilt smelled of lavender that made her feel very sleepy — completely different from the rundown, springy bed she usually slept on.

Instead of questioning herself on whose bed she was in, why there were two baby cribs and wondering where her twin sister's beds would be as well as her twin sisters. She unknowingly and instantly gets up, and hops off the comfy bed — she stretches, rubs her tired eyes, and makes her way downstairs — almost by instinct. She tried to stop her body from moving on its own, but didn’t seem to know how, as she makes her way down the stairs, walking towards the kitchen — but before entering; she or body then pauses and closes her eyes and smells the heavenly scent of freshly cooked eggs and sausages as well as something sweet in the air. Her stomach grumbled, her mouth drooled from the delicious smell, and from the sound of the eggs and sausages sizzled on the hot pan.

“*Humming a song, “Where Have All The Flowers Gone”. By Pete, Paul & Mary”

Lila slowly opens her eyes from the sound of the familiar melody and warm tenor voice, coming from inside the kitchen. Lila quickly made her way through the kitchen door — but this time in her own free will. There she saw a tall man hovering over the kitchen stove, prepping and making sure he hadn’t burnt what looked like from Lila’s view, bacon being cooked along with a couple of sausages. Lila couldn’t see the man’s face, as he was focusing on cooking — but Lila could somehow tell who this person probably was. As she could tell by his cocoa-brown defined, almost mid curl hair — which was all that Lila could see from behind him. 

The man then stopped humming, as he then noticed Lila standing by the kitchen door behind him. He turns around to see her, the morning rays of the sun hitting his face, brightening his brown locks as well as his golden hazel eyes, that also shimmered with his geometric glasses.

“Good morning — how is our beautiful little butterfly today?” He greeted her, smiling at her so brightly.

Lila almost stumbled a bit, after finally seeing the person’s face as they turned around. But thankfully she held herself against the kitchen’s door, before falling on her knees. Fighting back the tears, completely speechless; after seeing the person’s face, talking to her and standing right before her. “Are you hungry? How does breakfast sound, love?” He asked her, while setting out a plate of freshly cooked bacon, eggs, fried or grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms, fried bread or toast, and sausages on the dinner table in the other room.

Lila suddenly felt eyes watered — tears coming down her face finally, as she saw that memorable smile of his; and couldn’t stop them from falling after trying so hard in holding them back. “It really was him.” she thought — “It’s really him… Sebastian!!! My dad!!!”

“Lila? What’s the matter, my little butterfly?” Sebastian asked worriedly, after returning back from setting the remainder cooked breakfast on the dinner table. Lila surprises him by instantly running up to him and hugging him tightly, not wanting to let go. Fearing that he might probably disappear right before her again. She gripped on his orange, pink, blue, and green zig-zag knitted jersey — soaking it with her tears as she hugged him. While her face was still on his colorful jersey — she smelled the scent of fresh hazelnuts, with a hint of crisped apples as well as this earthy and forest-like smell to him — the same scent that she still remembered him having. Sebastian, not pushing her away from her hug — just petted her head, as he turned to the stove, and switching it off; so that nothing would be caught on fire and so that he could focus his whole attention on his daughter. “My sweet little butterfly — whatever is the matter?”

Lila removes her face from his already soaked knitted jersey — looks up at him, still in her hug embrace and tried her best talk to him,  “*Sniff!!!* Nothing daddy… *Sniff!!!* I’m just… so, so happy to see you.” Was what she said, still in tears, but looked rather happy than sad.

“Happy to see me? *Chuckle!* You're looking and sounding as if you haven't seen me for such a long time?-”

“A long time. Much, much longer — *Sniff!!!* I missed you so much — there hasn’t been a day that I stopped believing that you would return. Even if it seemed that way for a while — but… I’m glad that you're finally back.” She finishes his sentence, smiling up at him with a content full tearful grin. “Lilac, did you have some sort of nightmare about me not being here?” He asked her, as he bent down on one knee to be at the same eye level as her, wiping her tears with his jersey sleeve, as he softly stroked her arm. “*Sniff!!!* Yes, but… It’s already over and glad that I am here with you. And glad that you're here for me and Sandy and Daisy. We’ll finally be a family again.” She tells him, while she wipes away the remaining tears in her cheeks. 

“Sandy?” He said, looking somewhat puzzled by her sentence. “Who’s Sandy?” He asked Lila, where she stared at him with a concerned and wide expression. How could he not know who Sandy was? He was the one nickname, because he thought how cute it sounded. Sandy started going by the nickname, and prefers to be called Sandy instead of Cassandra ever since she was four years old, and thought the name Cassandra to be somewhat old fashioned.

“You know Sandy, dad — Cassandra??? Remember??? Daisy’s older twin sister???” She tells him. Sebastian then realizes who she was referring to. “Oh! You were talking about Cassandra. I was wondering who you were referring to.” He said, as he chuckled, “Sandy is such a cute nickname. However, did you come up with it, my little flower?” Lila gawked at him and tilted her head, as well as arched her eyebrow by his reply — and was somewhat puzzled by what he said. “I didn’t come up with it, you did-” out of nowhere, Lila’s head started to hurt, as she felt a sharp pain. “*Erk!!!* What in the…”

Before Lila could answer, she was cut off by somebody who came in the kitchen and asked Sebastian. “What’s the matter, little Lilac???” Lila knew from the sound of the familiar woman’s voice — although the woman sounded concerned, Lila still shuttered and her blood had run cold by hearing the familiar voice. She turned around, was face to face with Olga. 

She wasn’t wearing any makeup as she usually did every time — as she would sometimes reapply new makeup on, without washing it off. She wore her old yellow fluffy bathrobe that Lila hadn’t seen her wear for such a long time — and yellow fluffy slippers. The woman held with her were two babies on both arms — Lila eyes widened as she instantly recognized the twin baby girls. They were Sandy and Daisy! But were babies instead of seven year old girls. 

What was going on, what was happening? Lila then realizes that her surroundings, as well as almost everything around her, seemed to be quite — bigger, taller even. She quickly steps out of the kitchen to look herself into the mirror that was mounted on the wall by the entrance of the front door. There she took a good look at herself, as she saw in the reflection of the mirror, was a little girl. A little girl that she instantly knew was herself; as she and the reflection of the little girl both shared the white platinum, silver hair and lilac blue eyes. And although Lila now wears nothing but rags and poorly stitched up matted clothes — the little girl; or in other words, her younger self, had pink pyjamas and her hair was longer and looked properly taken care of. And then, she now realized — that she was dreaming. All of this, Sebastian; everything — was nothing more than just a dream. Lila still looked at her younger self in the mirror, and for a split second — she could have sworn the reflection of her younger self’s hair changed to a pink coloured hair. “Wha… the little Princess???-”

After seeing her reflection in the mirror, trying to think and remember something — her head started to ache again. She wasn’t sure why her head was hurting so much, especially thinking about the little Princess and wondering if it was really her or not. She winced and whimpered from the pain — the pain seemed to increase for some reason, feeling as if she was going through some type of torture. She placed her hands on her head, wanting this pain to go away.