Alvira POV.
It felt like I was drowning, and all I could see was darkness until I heard her voice.
"Alvira."
Grandma. Has she finally come to take revenge on me?
"Alvira." She called my name again, and I found myself back in the past.
Grandma looked at six-year-old me with a smile as she handed me a meat bun. Her eyes shone with recognition, and I could tell that this time, she remembered me.
She caresses my hair gently and sighs, "Look at your face, so dirty. Were you being bullied again by the neighboring kids?"
I ignored her and munched on the bun in my hand. It was the only food I have gotten my hands on since yesterday night.
She suddenly gasped and grabbed my arm, looking at the big bruise on it.
"How could little children be so vicious? Stay right here; I will go say a word to their parents."
I watched her as she walked towards the gate, but before she could cross it, she suddenly stopped and looked around her, and then her gaze landed on me.
"Wh-who are you?"
