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I’m glad it is me dying instead of you.”
Those were her mother’s last words before she gave in to death.
Risi sighed as she watched her mother being buried beneath the ground. That was the last time she would ever see her mother, the woman who brought her into the world and showed her how to live.
The woman who played the roles of both parents.
The woman who taught her how to become who she was.
The woman who had to stay hungry most times just so she could eat.
The woman who defended her countless times, even when she was at fault.
She was gone, and Risi knew it. Even though she was only nine, she knew life would get harder.
I’m glad it is me dying instead of you.”
Those were her mother’s last words before she gave in to death.
Risi sighed as she watched her mother being buried beneath the ground. That was the last time she would ever see her mother, the woman who brought her into the world and showed her how to live.
The woman who played the roles of both parents.
The woman who taught her how to become who she was.
The woman who had to stay hungry most times just so she could eat.
The woman who defended her countless times, even when she was at fault.
She was gone, and Risi knew it. Even though she was only nine, she knew life would get harder.
