She recalls the soft touch of her mother's hand caressing her back. The quite murmurs to reassure and calm her. The gentle humming as she lay down beside her, enveloped in her arms. The feeling of her mother stroking her citrine tipped white petals as she buried her face in her soft chest.
She remembers her mother coming in every day for a few months.
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"Thank you for supporting me back then." She turned, smiling. "I love you, mum."
She rested her hand on the smooth stone, reading the inscription one last time. She turned, walking around the ramshackle cabin that was once her home. She jogged down the winding, wooded path. Her eldest sister waiting at the road with their bikes.
ns 15.158.61.51da2
