“I don’t know how I’ll explain this to her,” Carmela sobbed, her voice trembling as she held her daughter tightly against her chest.
Each tear that fell from her eyes seemed to carry the weight of her heartbreak and helplessness. She brushed her fingers over Clarissa’s forehead, tracing the delicate lines of her face, as if trying to memorize every inch of her daughter’s features, every tiny detail she’d come to cherish. She struggled to contain her emotions, but the reality of their situation crashed over her in relentless waves. Her mind raced, filled with questions and fears she could barely articulate. How was she supposed to tell Clarissa that the life she knew was slipping away, replaced by something neither of them fully understood? Her heart ached at the thought, and she tightene
