My Durra
And that's the exact name I gave her, other than the fact that it's spelled “Mia “ instead of “my”
That day still looks like just yesterday. The day I was left stranded in heavy stormy rain when, instead of shielding in for the raindrops to reduce, I took the initiative of walking through it. I said it would help clear my mind, and that was until I fell into a covered muddy pit, and thanks to the rain, I never saw the signs.
As much as it was an ugly experience, Mia Durra was the only living thing that appeared by my side; she was equally drenched but held out a red piece my way.
Maybe it was my illusion, but I imagined she could read minds and perhaps sense my pain.
It's been three months since then, and oh yeah, I gifted her a red scarf as a thank you, which she refused to take off her, and because of that, Mia Durra got different shades in designs of the red scarf and this happens to be one of the plenty.
