the beginning of the end

I was fours years old when it started.

I was a happy and vibrant little girl who had pigtails.

I would wake up ready to take on the world and any adventure that came my way.

I spent my days chasing butterflies, playing with my dog in the field, hide and go seek and tag at the park with my friends.

I was innocent.

I was happy.

I was a little girl.