Nora.
I knelt before my mother's grave, my heart heavy with sorrow and pain. The weight of my tangled mess of a life had brought me to the verge of giving up. Since the day my mother was brutally taken away from me, my existence had been nothing short of a continuous crash, a relentless storm that refused to subside.
Tears streamed down her face as she clutched a bouquet of flowers, their vibrant colors contrasting with the dreary atmosphere. The rain began to drizzle softly, its gentle touch unnoticed by me, consumed as I was by my tumultuous emotions. In this cemetery, amidst the hallowed ground, I sought solace, pouring my heart out to the one person who had always understood and loved me unconditionally.
"My sweet, sweet mother," I whispered to the gravestone, my voice trembling. "
