"I was only a few months old. I was staying with Grampa and there was a car accident." She shrugged, pushing her eggs around her plate with a fork. "But I think losing Grampa was just like losing a parent, he raised me. Sometimes I dream of him, but it's not really him, and I wake up and it's awful."
The dreams where her grandfather was a tree and she was a tiny blue winged creature made her ache and cry when she awoke.