SeraShe went completely still. Staring blankly at the wall, it looked exactly like Mina had just traveled back in time.I didn't move. I didn't reach out to touch her. I just sat there and stared, not knowing exactly how to react to the sudden, heavy shift in the room. Slow, silent tears started to well in Mina's eyes, catching the morning light. My heart physically ached watching her. My breathing quickened."Mina," I called softly, shifting closer to her on the mattress.Mina exhaled a shaky breath and shook her head, snapping out of the trance."I was six years old when she died," Mina said. Her shoulders began to shake visibly. "Growing up, my mother had absolutely hated how the Northerners sounded. She hated their barbaric ways. She hated their harsh, guttural accents. So she did everything in her power to preserve mine. She taught me every single day. She only spoke to me in the Southern tongue."I nodded slowly. That was why. When I had first arrived in the North, I immediatel
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