Braelyn's POV
"Lyn, please stay with me." The voice faded in my mind. Dad was crying. I suddenly fainted in the flower shop on our way to visit my mum at the cemetery.
It was the first time I was going to meet her. My mind was blurry cause I was tiny then but I remembered vividly what the doctor said when I came through.
"It's an allergic reaction, although it's rare, it feels like a weird psychological reaction. She will be fine, but I advise her to stay clear of those flowers." He had explained to my father. The late Mr Alderhiem was in his late fifties, with several grey hairs lining his ebony-black hair.
Dad was terrified and puzzled at the same time. A soft groan slipped from my lips. He glanced at me with a soft smile before he replied to the doctor.
