Was it a misunderstanding?

” Kylie! It's time for breakfast! Hurry up. You are getting late, honey!"

A sweet voice waved over with a ticklish sadness when she heard. Her eyes opened, eyebrows knitted with confusion. She scanned the room she was in, blandly.

But she gasped and awoke when she found herself in her bed, in her exquisite bedroom. In a quick, she moved from her bed. The blended scent of Vanilla and lavender was everything, a feeling of impossible, a cocktail of nostalgia as she stepped towards the door.

This is the first apartment that she bought after her big success. She decorated it herself in every single way she dreamed of.

But isn't it impossible?

She asked herself while following the voice. Her father was there.

Probably I returned...

She said with a wave of excitement. She walked out with small dancing steps, approaching the kitchen from where she could smell the Crab stew.

” You are cooking! Dad!" She drew a chair, and a wide smile adorned her face. After all, she got her life back.

” Ye