Victoria
I was upset with my mother. She couldn’t play with our feelings like that. But I knew she couldn’t stay much longer and I also didn’t know when I would be able to see her next, thus I couldn’t lose time.
I went to her embrace.
“Mother,” I muttered softly.
She cupped my face between her hands and her voice was as mild and warm as the spring breeze, “Please tell your brother that I love him and that I will always be with him, as I will always be with you. You and your children will always be blessed. You will feel my love every day while you are apart, when the wind sings to you, is a message of my love. When the sun is warm and pleasant on your skin, is my embrace finding its way to you. When the moon is full, my love will overflow your window and illuminate your night.
