The hospital room was dim, lit only by the soft golden rays slipping through the blinds. Patricia McFee was tucked gently under the covers, her graduation corsage still pinned proudly to her nightgown. Her frail fingers gently squeezed Sabrina’s hand as she looked up at her daughter.
“You looked like a queen today,” Patricia whispered.
Sabrina sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glassy but warm. “I felt like one… for the first time in a long while.”
“You always were. You just forgot.”
Sabrina kissed her mother’s forehead. “I love you, Mom.”
Patricia smiled faintly. “Don’t forget who you are. No matter what comes next.”
Her mother had fallen asleep mid-sentence, holding Sabrina’s hand and whispering, “You’ve become everything I prayed for.”
She swallowed hard. The ache in her chest had
