Anaiah's POV
Agatha decided to reveal herself to me after begging for weeks, and I was stunned by her delicate and natural beauty. She has a childlike personality, she's curious about everything, and she wears floral dresses. One can say she's animated with her beautiful, creamy skin and soft features.
"I was thinking since you haven't visited the city, you should come," I tell her. She frowns, making her look so cute.
"It's not like I haven't been, I just don't remember being there," she says, shrugging and lying her head on my lap. I stroke her silky hair gently.
"Agatha, which part of your life do you remember?" I ask, but she doesn't remember much about her life, and it's possible they erased it; witches can do that with magic.
"I just remember waking up one day and didn't remember."
"Have you asked your mother why? And have you tried using a spell to bring you memories?" I ask slowly.
"According to my mother, it can't work, but I don't know if I want to remember,"
