The hazy morning left the household feeling uneasy to say the least. Margret had meet a beautiful fairy years ago, before she meet Peter and fell in love. Years before they had their 3 children. But this particular morning was different, she no longer felt anything for her family she created. Nothing like love at least. Her family seemed as though they were any other stranger she may have passed on the street. She did not mourn the old thoughts, because she no longer remembered them. Nor them her. They simply were.