Before Chihiro left the Spirit World, Haku gave her a small stem of white flowers. She had almost forgotten them when she left, until on the other side she reached into her pocket.
Details of her time in the Spirit World may have begun to fade, but the flower never did. It sat in a small vase in her bedroom, just as fresh and white as the day she received it.
As she grew older, she would sit on her bed and trace the petals. Memories would flood her mind, and her friends faces would become bright in her mind again. The scent of the flower brought her back to the bathhouse.
Her parents wondered about her sometimes, she knew. She had never made many friends after coming back, regardless of how she had been before the move. Chihiro had always been a dreamer; she never outgrew that trait, no matter how much they wished she would. When she was younger, she would talk about her fantasies:the Spirit World, Haku, the bathhouse. After they had finally had enough, had told her stop, she ju