“Mari?” Eyes fluttering open groggily, Marisol smiled widely as she looked at the people she’d longed to see again. Bobby and Amaia DeJesus stood in an all-blue room that seemed to glow as she approached them, “Mama? Papa?”
Bobby immediately pulled his daughter into a hug as Amaia followed suit. Their last group hug as parents and child.
Amaia wiped her daughter’s eyes gently as she whispered, “Hijo mio, estoy tan orgulloso de ti.
Has sido tan fuerte. *My child, I am so proud of you. You’ve been so strong.” Marisol smiled at her mama feeling like a child again, she’d missed her warmth.
And even in the spirit world, she smelled of fresh rain and blooming roses.
It was a smell of comfort and love as Amaia sadly whispered, “I’m sorry my baby, but you can’t stay. It’s not your t
