Chapter-17

Cynthia

Age-18

“Are you feeling well?” Mother asked with a frown, her white hair was still as shiny as I remembered them, flowing behind her long back, touching the white silk of her dream-like dress. We were lying on a white lotus with a pink blush on his petals together. The nearby waterfall with water falling like the serene green color was sprinkling his droplets on us. I could feel those droplets trying to cool down my burning skin.

“I am not, I can’t do this anymore mother, please don’t send me away,” I begged her. But she just smiled. Her purple cat eyes were burning with humor.

“Are you sure this is homesickness you are feeling my dear?” she asked and flicked my nose lovingly. The birds came back hearing her la