More than anything, I want us both to be happy. But I am afraid that means us being happy separately. ~ o.l.
LILLIANA
A week later.
I had never felt spiritually closer to my mother than before. It was those little things that Ralph told me about her that made my heart flutter in joy.
Now I knew that her favorite flower was white lily because it often reminded her of her homeland—Italy; however, she equally loved the smell of rose. And even though she never really liked snowfall, she wouldn't ever let go of a chance to spend time with Ralph even in the coldest of weather in Chicago.
My mother had the toughest life being married to an animal such as Dante, and while her death was as barbaric as one could imagine, I know she found her peace in the afterlife—if there was an afterlife.
