Her mother sat there motionless enthralled by the night sky, blanket of twinkling stars.
Her mother's eyes dull.
Void of expression, emotion.
They were soulless.
As if the light burning inside them had distinguished.
Her heart bled at the sight.
They had been dull just like hers.
But as far as she could remember, there was a time.
A time when they twinkled.
Glowed.
Glistened.
Now that was a distant reality.
When she played with her.
When they danced together in the sun.
When they braided each other's hairs.
It seemed surreal.
A creation of the mind.
Yet was a memory.
A happy one indeed.
She suddenly felt a longing to see a smile sketched on her mother's face.
Her mother shifted, straightening her back their eyes found each other.
A genuine small smile grew on her mother's face.
And there it was....
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GIVING UP
Short StoryShe thought she was going mad. A girl on the verge of destroying herself because of the past. Will she give up on life or truly see its beauty?
