Kiah's legs swung gently from the edge of the roof in a peaceful rhythm. She kicked her left foot, then her right, then her left again as she reminisced about the corn soup Mrs. Dai had made for dinner.
The soup was so delicious, it felt like it could restore lost memories. But unfortunately, Kiah had no memories in need of recovering. Her own memories were intact — crystal clear, in fact.
It was the original Kiah's memories that remained frustratingly fragmented, and it didn't seem like it would mend anytime soon. A shame, really.
She gazed at the aurora-filled sky, and her lips parted in a sigh.
Tomorrow, Mrs Dai promised to make smoked salmon.
Kiah smiled. She couldn't help but think about how smoothly things had been going lately. She ate good food, had carefree days, and was not overworked to the bones. It was almost too good to be true. It felt like the calm before a storm.
