Today it was two months and nine days since my mom died. I went to her grave and left her some silk flowers and watered them real well, too. I talked to her and asked her to follow me home, if she could. That I wanted her around me, and I wouldn’t be scared, I promise. Please come. The thought was nice, but I know she could never leave the beauty she now knows, nor should I ask.

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