"Welcome home honey! "and Clara took her inside. They entered a beautiful room. It was carpeted and had white curtains, a bed, a couch and a study table.
"Its beautiful", Emily said and gave Clara a hug
"And its all yours darling", she smiled.
That night they had dinner together which included all the things Emily loved, she guessed Dad had informed her. At ten they went to their rooms to sleep.
At twelve midnight Emily was wide awake she thought she had heard her aunt outside, so she went out but no one was there. She scrolled the corridor. At a side a wall was lit by a dim light she went there and Oh My God, the wall contained her pictures, her childhood pictures with her mom. Wait she thought how could she have my and mum's pictures the she realized it was Mom herself. This was Clara's house and the lady was her own mom. The jigsaw puzzled completed itself and now she knew why her eyes and the way she spoke was so comforting.
But why had she lied, Emily thought then she remembered the phone call a month ago.
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Never Ending Love
General FictionDear Emily, I sit here watching the stars but my soul is left with you. I am living but I am not alive. I died the moment I left you, my soul was crushed for the deed I did. I know forgiveness is not something I deserve. I know...
