Anja

I’m nervous as Briar, and I make our way to the parlour. I’m not sure why I’m nervous; this is my family I’m about to see. However, my heart is beating fast inside my chest.

We stop outside the door, and I brush down my dress. Whoever invents the steam iron in the future is a genius.

“You look fine, Anja.” I nod at Briar and blow out a deep breath. “You have nothing to be nervous about.”

I smile at her. I then follow her into the grand parlour. I remember this room so well, and all the time’ Mama read to me in here.

My eyes land on Papa, then shoot to each of my brothers, who tip their heads gracefully. I do the same.

Then I see her sitting in the armchair, my beautiful mother. A rush of emotion fills me. I’m relieved to see her looking so well, yet I’m saddened that I had to go through the grief of believing she had passed away.

“Mama.”

Mama rises gracefully from her seat and opens her arms to me.

I rush to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Anja.” She mumbles around a kiss on