Chapter 68: Fragments of Memory

I accepted the flower with a grateful smile, touched by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Rafi. That's very sweet of you."

Rafi's expression then turned wistful as he spoke softly, "I wish you remembered me, Aunt Elisa. We used to spend a lot of time together."

I looked down at him, my heart aching with a sense of longing. "I'm sorry, Rafi. I wish I could remember too. But please tell me more about our time together. I'd love to hear."

He nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up as he began to reminisce. "Before you married Uncle Lucian, you were a slave in our pack. But you were always kind to everyone, even though you had so little. You used to sneak me extra food and tell me stories at night. You were like a guardian angel to me."

As Rafi spoke, his words painted a picture of a past I couldn't recall but felt deeply connected to. The kindness he described seemed like a part of my very soul, a part that had endured through time and hardship.

I knelt down to be at his eye level, a sens