Dara's POV

 I don't remember what happened but here I am walking in a long road. I can't see anything except the cloudy road ahead. And I can't understand why I feel so light. I feel at peace yet why do I have this nagging feeling that I forgot to bring something with me. I saw a small bench and because I am so frightened by the atmosphere where I suddenly woke up into I felt its time for me to stop and sit. 

Why can't I remember a thing? The only thing I know is that my name is Sandara.

I sat down - tried to recall but could not - where did I come from/where am I going?

Why is it like this?...

I saw two kids approaching me - they look so cute I feel attached to them somehow - why?

When they saw me they started to ran and I giggled thinking how cute they both are. The boy smirks and I love his smirk? not smile but his smirk! but boy he looked fashionable in such a young age. Hahahaha his hair is green? He is wearing dangling earing and a necklace with a dragon pendant. He is wearing a yellow leather jacket over black shirt and leather pants - hahaha he looks like someone I know but could not recall who.

And the bay girl ...she looks so pretty , slim , long curly hair that bounces as she ran. She has this angelic face that reminds me of myself when I young. She looks naughty yet petite in her pink dress that is up to her knee. The bottom part is ruffled so it bounces as she ran. Funny but she is wearing a highcut rubber shoes too. Weird.

"Hi!", the little girl greeted me while the little boy sat beside me pouting with his arms crossed. 

"Hello, what's your name?" I could not help but reach out to her curly hair and she obliged as she sat on my lap while talking. She tried to crumple her pretty face and I had to laugh she looked adorable. "Omma what's your name?" she asked me in return. 

"I'm Sandara, what's your name?" I asked again.

"Hyung do you know my name?" she turned to her brother (that's why they look alike in some ways). 

"I don't know she should know she's omma," he looked at her and smiled and I could not help but feel an overwhelming love for him. He looks like someone I felt I knew. 

"Omma? Me? what's omma?" that confused me.

"You mom - omma in Korean." the pretty young lady smiled at me and answered. 

The little boy came up to me and all of a sudden hugged me. "Omma, omma (he started to cry) please come back appa and we are waiting for you. Please remember..."

I started to shed a tear he looked so pitiful and my heart felt like its ripping apart. Then the