“What would you like to see.”
“I like to see my mother.”
She was in the garden, her place of solitude and comfort. Bent over the sunflowers, whispering words of hope, words she wished another would speak to her.
She was as calm and gentle in her manners as he fondly remembered. The woman before whom he could do no wrong. He smiled cherishing the moment. He heard a voice calling out to her, it sounded very familiar, but it called her by a different name.
She turned to answer the call from within the house, looking him squarely in the face without seeing him.
“That is not my mother. What evil trick is this? Surely you’re the enemy masquerading as a messenger of light.”
“Cease your meaningless wailing! That is your mother. The woman who gave away her most precious possession, the only way she could keep you safe. But as opulence choked the essence of your heart, you mocked the one who gave you life – a common servant you called her.”
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