Staring at the full moon, drowned in its beauty, bathed in its silver light, I still hear their voices echoing in my memory. That night, in the clearing where the stars leaned low and the world hushed to listen, my three mates had asked Mother and Father for my hand. My heart had soared, my tears had fallen, and in their vows, I had found home.Now, years later, the memory is as clear as moonlight, but the present is brighter still.Laughter rung through the courtyard, causing me to snap back to reality. I looked down at the pages of the photo album that were opened, where it was the four of us while I was showing the engagement ring they had personally crafted for me, reminiscing to those times. I gently closed it and returned it to the bookshelves before storming out of the library.Giggles echoed as my feet brought my to the courtyard.Then I saw our two daughters, Tatiana and Catalina, in their five-year-old, dart between the lantern-lit trees, their small feet pattering against t
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