Mia Grant had a long, long dream.
It was another rainy summer.
Even in the rain, the streets of the small northern town were bustling with activity.
A crowd of people, huddled together under umbrellas, were eager and agitated. The air was filled with an endless cacophony of arguments, curses, and overlapping attempts to break up fights.
"Let go!"
"Don't you touch my daughter!"
Mia Grant saw her younger self, pale-faced, nestled in her mother's arms.
The thin clothes on both of them were soaked through by the rain.
At their feet lay scattered clothes and toys.
Mia recognized them. They were birthday presents from her father.
Her father only came back once in a long while, and each time, he would bring her many gifts.
The last time they parted, her father told her she would see him again on her birthday.
Her father had asked what gift she wanted this time.
