Up until recently, I have been getting very vivid flashbacks of my real life as Snow. It felt like I had been lost all these years in a long, winding tunnel where time ceased to exist.
It was Emma who brought me back to reality. Not just me, her mother, but the whole of Storybrooke. A dead town that sprung to life so suddenly as though all it needed was a little nudge from heaven - because that’s what she is - a little angel.
Maybe she’s not so little now, but Emma is my blood and skin. Even in this peculiar, non-magical world, nothing else matters but my child.
I could look at her all day and feel like I’m staring at myself in the mirror. They used to call me the fairest one of all, but Emma certainly takes the spot.
I am still struggling to keep up with these random bits and pieces of memories I get every other day and the fact that I am still under the Evil Queen’s curse.. But I do know one thing.
She will not be able to hurt Emma, not even a scratch. I will protect my child for as long as I have air in my lungs, blood in my veins and love in my heart. Emma, at present, has no knowledge of all this, but she will in due course.
I must first do my part in slaying Regina and save my people.
I am Snow White. Nothing can take that away from me, not even the strongest curse.