I brought the cup to my lips and let the warm liquid pour down my throat. It was sweet
and it brought back a memory of which I've never had before; it was cold. What seemed
to be white puffs filled the sky as I spun in what was an inch deep of it. Smiling. I was happy
and someone called to me, had they known me? Another flash of a face, not like the
face of the male I would always see, but it was a women. She was young and her
prescience lit up the room once I stepped inside the sliding wooden door, "içmək" Drink.
She said pointing to a silver can, the aroma filled my nose and made my taste buds water.
I took a sip and then- nothing. The memory ended, with a sigh I opened my eyes to see Ella
sitting in front of my with a smile on her face, it was contagious because I couldn't help
but smile back. Looking at her she began to try and translate with her hands again. She
spoke out loud as she made the movements with her hands, "What is your name?" Pointing
to me she then struggled to comply with the rest of the phrase which caused her to show
anxiety in her features. "They call me Ella." Hearing the word Ella sparked the thought, Was
she asking what they called me? Like how they call the man Jeremy and her Ella? A smile
spread across my face as I understood what the women had said.
"Flora." I said with an accent that was different from Ella's when she said it. For some reason
in her language it sounded better. Prettier in fact, like a flower which made her grin larger, as did
Ella's. Suddenly I heard someone approach, someone behind me, which made me startled as
my head swung around to see who had entered the room. It was not Jeremy this time, but another
man, he looked at me for a moment and my eyes widened. The face. It was him, the boy from my
dreams, the boy who I was supposed to know. But how? The hair the eyes, everything was the same,
but something was missing. He stared at me like an intruder, like I had done something horribly
wrong. Whereas the boy from my dream smiled to me and invited me to speak with him. In the
dream he spoke the same language as me but now it was foreign, just like the others.
"Who the hell is this mom?" He said angrily towards Ella which made me flinch away from the
hard tone in his voice. He just stared at his mother for a response; he frightened me, would he hurt Ella?
Should I protect her? But as soon as the thought had come to my head Ella touched my arm gently
to sooth me. She could tell I had been affected negatively by the boy, looking at me she just smiled
assuring me that nothing was wrong unlike the thoughts that were in my head. Directing her gaze
back at the boy she gave him a stern look and shook her head.
"Now Peter that is no way to treat a guest that has been invited here. You've scared her and its wrong of you to swear." Peter, I guess that’s what they call him, just rolled his eyes and stomped
off his boots leaving muddy marks as he did so. I watched after him intently, had I upset him? The
boy from my dream, was it just a dream? But how could I have seen his exact features without
knowing him first? Looking back at Ella she could see the confusion on my face and stood up,
"Come now Flora. I'll show you to your room." Walking over to me she just smiled taking my hand,
though I had no idea where we were going or what she had just said I felt at peace. Like I could
trust someone without second guessing myself.