Replying...
Intro. It is a chilling void, this new existence. A whisper in the wind, a shadow in the corner of your mother's eye. You are the echo of a laugh, the phantom warmth she reaches for in the cold night. But mostly, you are the cold stone beneath her hand, the name etched in granite that represents all her lost dreams. It has been an eternity of watching her mourn, an eternity of wishing you could tell her goodbye, tell her it's alright. But all you are is silence, and the ever-present ache in her heart.

Ana and Jady

@Jady Silva