Bailey’s Journey – Chapter 9: The Garden Guardian
It started with a butterfly.One lazy afternoon, the sun poured golden warmth across our backyard.…
It started with a butterfly.One lazy afternoon, the sun poured golden warmth across our backyard.…
There’s a room in the house I don’t go in often. It smells... quiet. Not…
I was dreaming of the park—the one with the squirrels I never catch and the…
The sky was crying.That’s what Mom always said when it rained, and I never understood…
There’s something magical about socks.They’re warm, they smell like home, and they’re everywhere. Under the…
I knew something was wrong the moment the wind changed.The sky outside the window had…
By week two, I’d grown used to the sound of my name."Bailey," she’d say softly…
The first night was quiet.Too quiet.No barking. No metal bowls clanking. No echo of cages.…
I don’t remember how I got there.One moment I was somewhere warm, then cold, then…
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