*Aivi's POV*
I was cold. It was dark. It took me a while to realize that I was surrounded by water. Instinctively, I swam up. Surfacing, I saw a bank nearby and dragged my body to the land. I was tired, but examining myself, I wasn't injured anywhere. I was soaked but clothed in a long dress and robe. The fabric and pattern looked intricate, but how did I get here? Where was here? Where did I come from? Who was I? I couldn't even tell how much time had passed since I'd last been conscious.
"Excuse me, miss? Are you okay?" Someone called out to me.
"I don't know," I responded. The elderly man in overalls and a tshirt came closer and offered me a towel.
"Are you lost? What's your name?" He asked. I looked around confused. The grassy area where we were wasn't familiar, but then again, I didn't know my name either.
"I don't know," I answered.
"Amnesia, huh? Let's get you into some dry clothes," he offered. I followed him back to a ranch house where an elderly woman was cooking.
"Ronald! Dinner is almost ready!" The woman yelled with her back turned to us.
"Margeret, we have a guest," Ronald said. The plump woman turned and smiled at me.
"Hello sweetie! What's your name?" She asked.
"The girl has amnesia," Ronald informed her.
"Well why don't we call you Sara for now," Margaret suggested. I nodded. Anything was fine with me. I had a name now. Margaret came to stand in front of me as she held my hands in hers.
"Don't worry dear. We'll help you find your family. For now just stay here and help around the farm every now and then. We’ll take you in until you remember who you are," Margaret said. I nodded before she took me back to a room.
"Our daughter left for college recently. You should be able to fit her clothes," Margaret said as she pulled out dry clothes from a drawer.
"Thank you," I said timidly before she left me to change. While changing, I noticed that my breasts were tender and full of milk. Did I have children somewhere I wasn't aware of? Who was I? The question was driving me insane and I had no answer. I changed into the dry clothes before going back out to the dining room where Ronald and Margaret were placing food on the table.
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