The sky that day was a canvas of darkness. Not a single ray of sun had peaked through as I stood in front of the temple of the deity staring at my mother’s lifeless face for one last time. My eyes searched for hers, to see them one last time. I wanted her to look at me with those warm eyes one more time. I wanted her to tell me how much she adored me. I-I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. My gaze shifted from her face to the marble statue of the deity behind her. I stepped back as the wolves came forward to convey their respect to her. They filled her with her favourite flowers, the things she adored and their love.
That day, when they took her to the grave she would be laid, I wasn’t there, when they buried her, I wasn’t there, when they held the ceremony to say goodbye, I wasn’t
