Just a short story about the history of my fawn, Poppy. Hope im putting this in the right spot lol.

My parents.

They werent... from here. Wherever here is. For all I remember is waking up here, and hearing my mothers voice beside me.
My mother. Her voice was so sweet, so gentle. So caring and loving.
My father. I can remember his voice as well. His voice, though it was only a gentle rumble, was protective and strangely gentle as well.

I can still remember their voices. It was the only time I heard them speak, or close to it.
"Do not fret, my little Poppy. We must go, but we will come back for you one day."

Poppies.

Its the flower I was named for. The first thing I remember was the sweet smell of poppies, and the bright purple hue that shone down on to my pelt. Though it means so much more.
Poppy flowers are the only memory I have of my family, my kin. Its what I saw as they promised to come back.

I dont even know what my parents looked like.

In the days after my birth, I wandered the forest, my home, meeting young and old deers alike. I loved to explore, and I loved making friends, but a certain hole in my chest refused to be filled up. It was a scent. My mothers.

Then I realized. The poppies.

If anyone asks about the crown of flowers of my head, they will get the same answer. I like the way they look and smell. Which I do.

I wonder where they are now.

Are they out there, missing me? The scary thing is, Im forgetting to remember.

I know, deep within my heart, that I cannot forgot them. I may be young amd naive, but I will not forget the ones who loved me, who left me here.

The forest is a safe place.

I wonder, if they do come back, will I have to leave? I love the forest, and I already have friends.

I dont know much yet. Im still a fawn, after all. I do know this, though.
If anyone asks about my parents, I will aay that theyre away, but theyll be back soon.

Soon.

Until then, ill enjoy my life here.

Its what they would have wanted.