Mother

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----Melody's POV----

I walked into the room with my head held high. I wasn't going to let this day take over me, like my dad did. I let out a deep breath as everyone turned to look at me. I took the three roses out of my pocket and placed them on my mother's cold, lifeless hands. I remembered when she would braid my hair in the mornings before school, with her bright pink fingernails. I shook my head to try to forget about my mom. Any memory of my mother just made my eyes want to water, and my heart ache.

I couln't take the pain any longer so I decided to simply walk out the door. My eyes fogged up and I soon tears poured down my face. I placed my hand on the door handle and twisted it open. My head slowly turned to the side when I felt a hand gently grab my arm.

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