Brianna sat overlooking the water sadly. It was late in the day now, and she’d put off thinking about it. But now she couldn’t.
Looking at a picture of her and her mom, Brianna looked around. She was at the bank of the Manhattan. Her hair blowing in the wind as magic bounced and ricocheted through her.
Concentrating, a slew of white candles appeared at her feet, and she lit them with a wave of her hand. Sprinkling white roses around, Brianna burned sage as she pulled out the photo of her and her mom.
Breathing out, Brianna admitted to the water, “I miss you mama.” Sniffling, Brianna whispered, “I miss you, but I don’t even know who I’m missing. Since you’ve been gone, I’ve found out thousands of things about you, things I wish you would have told me yourself. But you’re not here a
