Cora (Dollar) POV
The walk to the cemetery was a time for soul-searching and reflection, to remember the good times; there were not many I could find in my childhood, all jumbled up since I started to see how my mother was and acted differently. What I saw as indifference before was my mother protecting herself and us. Hindsight is a marvellous thing. I am so glad I was never rude or argued with mum, but accepted that this was my mother. Complaining wouldn't have changed anything. I learned early not to complain, but if I had been that way, not only would it have made my mother's life so difficult, but I would have missed out on what she managed to give me and the lessons that were often intense, but I was a sponge, and soaked it all in. I loved the time my mother would give me, even if i
