My Godfather is my Soulmate
Mom needed me, even if she couldn't show it.
Squeezing her hand tighter, I decided on a different approach. "Remember that time we went camping?" I began, a gentle smile playing on my lips. I launched into the story of our disastrous camping trip, the leaking tent, the swarm of mosquitoes, and the hilarious moment a raccoon stole our bag of marshmallows.
As I spoke, a flicker of something crossed my mom's face. Was it a ghost of a smile? Hope flared, a fragile flame in the darkness. I continued, weaving more stories, each one a thread connecting me to her, willing her back to the surface.
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