Unyeilding Love

Anette would dream about running in the fields again, her eyes once again restored and she was able to see everything again. The smell of the honey that trickled down trees as well as the sweet sap made her nose flare up with the intoxicating, sweet aroma. Her ears would lift slightly, swiveling from side-to-side, trying her best to hear what might be alerting her. However, the sound was not from someone who did not know, rather it was a family member: her father. She looked around for him, but, before she could, she opened her eyes to only darkness. A small frown appeared upon her maw. Her eyes would shift over to the sound of her father, a small smile upon her.

"Good morning, Father. Where are we going?" Her voice was gentle and sincere, and a bit high for her young age which fit her perfectly. She stood up and approached her father, a smile upon her as she placed a paw on her father, feeling his rough pelt underneath her paw pad. "Daddy, also, I don't want you thinking that the accident was your fault. I will always love you, mother, and my siblings even though I can't see anymore."