Several months later...
“Katherine!” Dianne exclaimed, her arms opening wide as if to envelop her in warmth. “I’m so glad you came! I’ve made your favourite- mango sticky rice!”
[Aww]
The mention of the dish tugged at Katherine’s heartstrings, a faint echo of memories she barely remembered. “Thanks,” she replied, forcing a smile as she stepped inside, the familiar scents of coconut and sweet mango wafting through the air. She told Lilith Victoria used to make it for her. It was not a memory of Dianne.
[Oh]
As they settled into the living room, Katherine felt the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Dianne busied herself in the kitchen, humming a tune that only deepened Katherine’s sense of nostalgia. She watched as her mother moved with practised ease, her demeanour a s
