One quiet afternoon I found myself standing in front of my mother's grave. The cemetery overlooked rolling green hills and a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers through the air.
I knelt beside the headstone and rested my hand against the cool stone. The engagement ring caught the sunlight.
"I wanted you to see it. We found them. We found the survivors, and they're safe." I whispered as my voice trembled despite my best efforts and I still smiled through tears and I traced my fingers across her name.
"They remember you. They remember your stories, your kindness, and the way you made frightened children believe tomorrow would come. They remember me too, although I needed them to remind me who I used to be. I spent years trying to become someone you would have been proud of, a
