The next morning, I made my way to Ma Jane's room. I knocked lightly on the door but received no answer, maybe she had gone for her early walk, I thought to myself.I opened the door slightly and peeked inside. The room was neat and inviting, filled with the familiar scent of lavender and fresh linen just like I remembered it. I stepped inside and took a deep breath, savoring the aroma of the room.As I wandered around, I noticed her bookshelf, filled with novels and journals. I gravitated towards her bed, where I would sleep when nightmares plagued my nights. I could almost hear her soothing voice as she'd comfort me, wrapping me in her safety. While I stood there, a piece of paper slipped from a book on her nightstand. My curiosity piqued and I bent down to pick it up, wondering what it could be.Turns out it was a photograph that was slightly torn. I carefully flipped over and examined it. It was a snapshot of my dad and Ma Jane smiling broadly. They looked so happy together and t
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