HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO)
It's beautiful, mommy.
“It is," she giggled, tapping on my nose lightly. “Just like you.”
I laughed. “No! It's more like you, mommy!”
“It is not truly a lily, but the flowers are no less resembling a calla lily. I read about them while researching the plants when I was in school.” Her sweet voice smoothed my mind when it rang in my head. “Spathe flower and cobra plant are its names, which they go by.”
A slow but sure slight curve of my lips told me. I was smiling at the distant memory embellished by my mother.
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