A few days had passed since I returned to my quiet life in the human world. I spent my time cleaning the house, tending to the neglected garden, and taking long walks around the neighborhood.
For a while, it kept me preoccupied, though my heart still felt heavy with the weight of everything I had left behind.
One sunny afternoon, as I was trimming the overgrown bushes in my front yard, I heard a familiar voice call out from the street.
"Andra? Is that... really you? Oh dear!"
I turned to see Emily, my old neighbor, walking toward me with a broad smile. Emily was a woman in her late fifties, known for wearing bright floral dresses.
Today, she wore a sunflower-patterned sundress and carried a small basket of baked goods.
"Emily!" I greeted, forcing a smile. I dusted my hands on my jeans and met her at the gate.
