19- Amalah James

LANA'S POV

19 YEARS AGO...

"Amalah, come down already!" My mother's voice called from the living room. I was still in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.

"Coming, mom!" I answered, trying as much as I could to be quick enough. My mother made my hair, but I wanted it to be perfect.

I was 5 years old. I loved to see flower decorations in my hair whenever we went out. It reminded me of my grandmother before she passed on. She used to tie her hair up with flower ribbons when she was little. My mother had an album of her pictures when she was my age.

Her face was not vividly clear in my mind, but I missed her so much. She was the only person closest to my heart like my mother was. She made me laugh all day. She knew my favourite dish and always made sure that I was fed and full.

My father was driving that day when we were going to town. They usually took me with them when they wanted me to get dresses for myself and toys. As usual, I was sitting in the backseat, holding my teddy bear cl