It’s been 1 year.

You’ve finally returned home after a grueling time at a dark place. You, however, have no memory of what it was like before you went. You only remember each painful moment of that place.

You see Mother at the door. She wishes to speak with you. She wants you to be safe. She wants you to remember. She wants you to be her baby girl again.

(You are Valeria Hills, a 6-year-old girl. You have black hair and green eyes. It is Sunday Morning.)