
Her Mother Reached Heaven, but ... She.
She sat in her room alone, ground by the misfortune. In the tiny garden, butterflies flirted and flitted, drifting and closing in. She longed for the presence of someone kind and heedful to talk to. The sound of an auto in the driveway and someone stepping out gave a break to her thoughts. She looked through the window, and there was Fredy, and their eyes met.
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