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The sound echoed through the dim room, a chilling blend of hysteria and regret that sent a shiver down both sisters’ spines. “Mom…” Elena said softly, her tone soothing as she moved closer. “Daddy will come home tomorrow. Please don’t be angry or cry like this. You’ll make yourself look tired and worn, and maybe Daddy won’t want to stay.” With tender care, Elena reached out and smoothed her mother’s frizzy, disheveled hair, gently parting the tangled strands and tucking them behind her ears. She worked with the patience of someone trying to anchor a drifting soul, her fingers moving in slow, comforting strokes as if the simple act of beautification could ward off the rising hysteria.

I mused, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing dance of the flames. The lines etched deep on Mother Tanna's face softened, revealing the wisdom she had gained from a lifetime of experiences. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on mine, her touch grounding me in the safety of her presence. "My dear, a mother's love is a divine gift, a sacred bond that transcends the realm of reason," she began, her voice holding the weight of countless untold stories. "It is an instinctual force, one that pushes us to protect and nurture our children with an unparalleled fervor."

But one surfaced, small and bright. “When I was little,” I said softly, “my mother used to braid my hair under the full moon. She’d sing these old lunar songs—quiet ones, about stars and tides. Said my hair caught moonlight like silver thread. It was… peaceful. Just us.” I smiled at the memory, faint but real. Nyxara was quiet for a long beat. “That’s it?” she asked finally. “That’s your happiest?” I glanced at her. “It’s one of the few that still feels clean. What about you?”

Tears now slipping down my cheek rolling down to my dress, my body shaking in turmoil, tears blinding my vision. Mother led me to an old wooden stool and helped me sit with her hands slowly caressing my back as the tears kept falling. She cooed softly, placed a kiss on my hair wrapped in a tight ponytail and began. “This isn’t the time to beat yourself up my sweet child. Love isn’t flawed, the Alpha and his goddamn twisted and evil rules are the flawed ones!”

pushover. "Audrey darling, come give me one last hug before we leave." Mom called out to me, and I nodded. The moment I got to her, she pulled me into her embrace. Others would have thought we were truly having a sweet mother to daughter moment, but all she had done was whisper how I had to think with my head, and not my heart. Apparently, she had seen me staring at Logan way longer than necessary.

My voice was hoarse, but I enunciated my words clearly, “Throwing a tantrum won’t help. The evidence is right before you. I kept a record of every cent you transferred to me. “Amelia, be honest. Don’t you know your family’s actual financial situation? “Do you really believe all the lies your mom told, or have you been helping her trick everyone else on purpose?” Amelia avoided meeting my gaze, and her expression kept changing. In the end, she flew into a fit of rage out of humiliation. “Does it matter if my mother lied? She only did it to make you look good and make others think highly of you! “You, on the other hand, are an ungrateful brat! You turned everything into a mess and embarrassed

“I just want to be where he is. Even if it’s hell. I don’t care. I just want to be there.” My mother’s fingers threaded through my hair, slow, soothing, like she could untangle the panic with her touch. Her thumb brushed the back of my neck the way she used to when I was sick as a child. It should have calmed me, but it only made the ache worse, because her warmth wasn’t his.

No matter what happens. I turned to my mother, who stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace. Her scent, wildflowers and earth, wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. "Be safe, my child," she whispered, her voice filled with unspoken worry. "Return to us unharmed, and know you are always in our hearts. I love you!"

A feeling of Nostalgia 12 years ago… in Trento "Baby baby don't cry, don't you know there's someone who loves you and watches over you" "Baby baby don't cry, you are more beautiful when you smile." Mom was the most beautiful person I knew, she had a soothing voice and the prettiest smile. I watched her sing to me as my shrugging shoulders eased from a long-lasting sob. I had misplaced my doll in the rain and ran to mom with eyes full of

Someone called her from the back and she turned her face to see who it was Ma'am Nina : do you remember your song? Blue : mother Her mother moved to her and sat down beside her Ma'am Nina : do you remember the song you sang the day I was to tell you that we'll be leaving for the shore? Blue nodded Her mother smiled and stroke her hair. She leaned on her mother's shoulder and her mother continued to stroke her hair Then her mother began to sing the song for her. She closed her eyes and began to sing too Sometimes in life, they're questions that need answers