Sylvie Rose: Mea Potentia Ultra
I took his hand and we walked to her room.
When we got to the room, we walked in and grandma was laying in bed, watching television. She looked at me and held out her arms, “Come give me a hug.” We both walked to the bed and I sat beside her, taking her tiny body in a gentle embrace, “Grandma, how are you feeling?” She smiled at me, but I could tell she wasn’t feeling well, “I’m okay, nihˀoːteibeihi.” I smiled, “You have always called me that, but you never told me what it means.” She giggled, “I call you my butterfly because you have always been a free spirit.” I held her hand, “I love that. Thank you.” Grandma asked, “Did you find your mate?” She looked behind me and I motioned for Luke to
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