"Alright, listen closely," Mama said as she ran a hand through my hair. Her frizzy, long red hair tickled my face. I watched her with excitement. I love it when Mama tells me her stories. Mama's hand traveled to my neck, where she brushed her thumb in circles. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I clawed at Mama's hand, but she wouldn't budge. 

"Mama... I can't... Breathe...," I managed to choke out. Her face was suddenly blurry. I couldn't remember what she looked like. 

What did Mama look like? Mama? Someone! Help! The sound of a soft, soothing melody coming from a flute calmed me down. Mama's hands were gone, and I could breathe again. I looked up and saw that I was alone. Mama's gone.