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My throat, dry needed water, and the creek that flowed close by ran crystal clear. I crouched down by its edge, watchin’ as it flowed its way down. Bits of leaves and twigs floated by, bobbin’ and turnin’ as they went. It reminded me, of when I would watch them as a lassie. I thought of Mother at that moment. I miss hearin’ her voice. I miss my Da. I could still remember what he smelled like.
A teardrop fell into the water, creatin’ ringlets bendin’ away from the center.
“Dinna cry. I am always wi’ ye.”
I fell backward onto my bottom. Mother appeared before my eyes, in the water. I had, unbeknownst to me, created a scryin’. The water bein’ so clear, and my thoughts so pure, so eternal, that I made her come.
“Mother?”
“Aye.”
Tears welled up and began to stream down my face. I was a
